Not the End of the World

I shocked myself at just how long it takes to deliver this lunacy on Saturday morning. Much longer than yo would have thought it would take to create a stream of babbling nonsense.

I fired up 'Unfinished' this morning and to my horror saw the gaudy, NFL fantasy football ad right and bottom. If anyone, ever, ever, ever, for one second considered any theme or loose direction to this Blog - and Yes, I'm looking at you here Google - they would never, for one nanosecond, consider it an American Football Blog.

I can barely maintain a flickering of interest in Chase the Egg, fake blood and calling the ref Sir, sin bins and all that. NFL! Chase the Egg in Shoulder Pads?

No. No. No. Click on it, fifteen to the dozen. Tell you friends to come and click on it. Now and many fold. I don't care if you sign-up, there's no affiliate action, but it would be nice if my adwords account exceeded $1.20. :)

Dear Google

It is Association Football. What you colonial types refer to as soccer. The Gridiron variety has no place here. Please do not do this again.

On a proper football note. England won. Friendly. Couldn't muster a great deal of enthusiasm to be honest. More on that another day.

Now, continuing my Autumn theme from yesterday, I have a slightly red-faced update.

Quite untrue to type, I went for a bike ride around the local lanes that criss-cross the county under and around major motorways. 

It's a bizarre contradiction. One of the busiest stretches of highway in the country and a long stretch of quiet empty lane. Obviously, it was a relatively warm September Saturday afternoon, so the motorway was not it's usual nose-to-tail self. The lane was pleasantly empty, though I know it gets used as rat-run Monday to Friday. Yesterday it was all mine though.

Neeeeyyyhaaaaa haaaarrrr!

The Joy of the Open Road               

 I had not taken this route before and didn't realise just how hilly my little corner of England is.  Not strictly true, as I well aware of how hilly this little corner is to the North and to the West, but had not previously explored to the South East. 

motorway gantry distant centre

The city to the South East, was settled in Roman times. How clever of them to site it between three major motorway sections. NoozeHound makes no claim to be an ancient historian, a historian of ancient times either for that matter. In fact no claims to be a historian at all.

I do recall, scratching back to my schooling and more recently TV documentaries, that Roman Civil Engineering plc built long straight roads.

I was cursing said Roman road builders yesterday for not building long straight FLAT roads!

I learned that council designated footpaths are not suitable for cycling and brambles still harbour a 30-odd year vendetta for me, as my shins bare testament.           

It was, quite probably, the last nice weekend of the year. Autumn will be under full sway by next week. There were a few other cyclists, some grey warriors picking blackberries, blokes shooting pigeons (which scared the bloody life out of me - shotguns going off as I wandered across a field) and the odd dogger I suspect judging by their furtive glances.

Approaching the end of my 23Km afternoon tour and the point of this tortured diatribe (my posterior still sore from all that time in the saddle - though one cheek in particular rather oddly) I saw it.  Sitting there, blatantly deriding me.

Screaming loud, for anyone who cared to listen:

"NoozeHound is wrong everybody! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! NoozeHound is wrong!"

What, o esteemed loyal and regular reader you may ask, would be so extremely rude to poor NoozeHound? Well, as my title suggests, it was a damning refutation that my assessment of the 'children of Aragog', their psychology or plans to take my castle.

(Exhibit 1 - The Fallen Conker - Spiders Beware!)

So, there you have it. NoozeHound, distraught as I am to admit it, is not infallible and above, the proof.

Sorry about the poor quality of the photos, but the best camera is the one you have with you, this time it was my phone. Justifying the 23km. As someone who rarely gets off his expanding back-side, I thought 23km was something of an achievement, not intending it to be any kind of claim to fame.

Enjoy your Sunday - weekend nearly over.

Welcome to the disappointment.