A media production graduate looking for more ways to procrastinate. :)
I know most don’t read this. And I don’t care.
A lot’s happened in the last few weeks.
I’ve been hired by HMV as a seasonal staff member. I don’t get discounts. Sad panda. But I do get moneys in time for Christmas… Happy panda. Start on Tuesday - I’m looking forward to it. :)
It’s bitter sweet though, because it means I’ll have to cut down on my volunteering hours. As much as that place drives me crazy sometimes, I do enjoy it. And for the most part, I get on with all the people. Although I think they are having new people start on Monday, so it’s good timing really. I might have to train them!!
Also, I received a delivery today… My santa suit for the British Heart Foundation Santa jog has arrived! It’s one size fits all, and it is HUGE! Some mega customisation is going to need to happen. If you want to sponser me, click on this link.
So yeah. That’s about it.
Was trying to remember the dance to this in work earlier. Very annoying.
Me and Nads woke up around quarter to 7. And got onto making our cooked breakfast to line our stomachs. We’d already planned on having a few cheeky vodka-oranges with breakfast and felt the carbs would line our stomachs nicely. In the end, we only had the appetite for two hash browns and a sausage sandwich. It was enough.
Kirsty came to ours cos she was already ready to go, so we fed her some toast and rushed to get to the stadium for 8. We bumped into Talbs Lucy and his family on the way, so that was cool. It was great walking in and just seeing red shirts everywhere, and people making the effort to go support their country.
It took a while to find the others, but it was pretty cool just standing back and watching the day unfold. It was nice, cos we had a few people come up to us offering free tickets, in case we didn’t have any. When we did get into the stadium, I was glad we were sitting, and right in the centre of the stand.
I thought we started very positively, we attcked them, and started the game as we meant to go on. The red card given to Sam Warburton, I felt, was unjust. I’m not just saying that because I’m Welsh, I do feel it was a very rash decision by the ref, almost instant. The stadium exploded with anger, it just didn’t seem real, or fair. And I do think it upset the atmosphere and the dynamic for the rest of the game, essentially, it was 14 men against 16.
Not to help our already glum mood, the guy sitting directly behind me and Nads decided his pre-match drinking was too much to handle, and started throwing up. Which obviously made us paranoid, we didn’t really want to be sick on… So we ended up moving into a couple of empty seats in the row in front of us. Paranoia over. We could concentrate solely on the match again.
But the team did us proud, they didn’t crumble, they didn’t concede any tries which is one positive to take from that match. Our defence was awesome. And that try. Wow. Suddenly, we were back in the game.
We sohuld have won, there are a lot of ifs and buts, but I guess it wasn’t our day. Still, I walked away from that match gutted with the result, but knowing that we’d have given New Zealand a better match than France. The rest of the day was good - we went for food and drinks at The Woodville, and just chilled out, something our group hasn’t done for a while.
For the final, I’m rooting for NZ, I’d love to see them win on their home soil, best of luck to them. :)