Bobby Anderson

Well over the past month or so I’ve had some absolutely rotten luck, my holiday to Canada was cancelled, some tool drove into the back of my car, my car was returned to me 2 weeks later with a dent in it and has to get taken away again and when I put my car in for a service the monkeys at the garage managed to put a fuck off scrape down the side of the passenger door that had to be buffed out but, in the next couple of days I am going to move out for the first time.

I am moving into a flat with my mate which is still quite local to my house, only about a 10 minute drive if that away, nice place, I’ve moved some of my kit down there but over the past couple of days I’ve been shattered and haven’t had the chance. Tonight and tomorrow though I’ll get it all finished off and start my new life in the flat, hopefully this will be the start of a run of positive things to happen to me after that month from hell.

I am now the grand old age of 24, was my birthday yesterday you see, happy birthday to me you might think and yeh it was a rather nice day despite having to take the day off work and go to the doctor’s due to having been involved in a car crash the night before.

Whiplash and bruised ribs is what I’ve diagnosed with, fair enough, I’m not in massive amounts of pain but I do get uncomfortable sitting about or moving around for too long, need to keep readjusting. As for the car well, less than 11 months old, around 6900 miles on the clock and its just been involved in its first accident, the left hand side tail end of it has near enough been crushed in, windows are all still intact but it wasn’t looking too healthy at all, exhaust pipes seem to have been knocked out of line as well unfortunately, I’ll find out tomorrow exactly what sort of state its in.

To top it all off I should really be over the Atlantic somewhere just now on route to Vancouver. Oh well.

So aye, my holiday to Canada… off.

Fuck.

What makes matters worse is because I paid by Debit card it doesn’t even look as though I’m going to get my money back. I’ll have to visit my bank this week and get it sorted out. Absolutely gutted. I’ve been in dire need of a holiday for a good while, for those of you who have had to suffer this Glaswegian ’summer’ you’ll know what I’m talking about, a depressing state of affairs. I’ve been looking forward to this for months and to have it stripped away from me exactly a week before I was meant to head out is seriously shite. I’ve had it.

Zoom airlines, John Boyle, away and fist yourself.

Apparently.

I went to a Shell garage last week to top up my car to the sum of £28.43 paying what is currently quite a reasonable £1.21.9 a litre. Oh no. Shell went ahead and charged me twice, so instead of paying £28.43, I ended being debited twice for a total sum of £56.86, the equivalent to £2.43 a litre.

£9bn profit for half a year? Nae wonder.

Been in pre-season training the past month or so, had my first friendly tonight against a Busby XI, beat them 3-1, I played 2nd half and should have scored twice with two efforts from outside the box, first a lob and the second a volley… at 1-0 up, the lob never came off at all, had far too much time to think about it, they equalised and then I had the volley that I hit about a foot wide. Gutted. We had the last laugh all the same.