After yesterday's conversation about falling out of love with the Arsenal, I started

[Sir C]

to wonder if I'll ever go again.

I mean my last game was about 5 years ago and that was only because it was a corporate entertainment gig. I can't think of anything that would drag me there now and seriously begin to wonder if I'll ever bother again.

The thought made me a bit sad - albeit not sad enough to actually want to attend a game.

Someone posted a video on facebook yesterday of a display at City airport airshow in 1999. It was 30 seconds in before I realised it was me in the driver's seat. This induced a wave of nostalgia, almost immediately followed by a rush of relief that all that is behind me.

Does the poet not tell us that everything must change
nothing stays the same
everyone will change
no one, no one stays the same
the young become the old
and mysteries do unfold
for that's the way of time
no one, and nothing goes unchanged

Wise words, I think you'll agree.

[Burney]

Someone posted a video on facebook yesterday of a display at City airport airshow in 1999. It was 30 seconds in before I realised it was me in the driver's seat. This induced a wave of nostalgia, almost immediately followed by a rush of relief that all that is behind me.

Does the poet not tell us that everything must change
nothing stays the same
everyone will change
no one, no one stays the same
the young become the old
and mysteries do unfold
for that's the way of time
no one, and nothing goes unchanged

Wise words, I think you'll agree.

It must be an even more likely eventuality for you, I'd have thought. After all, you're going to bugger orf up north and live on a fell at some point and I can't imagine you're going to fancy schlepping down to sit in the Soulless Concrete Dome to inhale the lager-and-onion exhalations of Arsenal fans while something rather dull happens on the pitch.

[Sir C]

It must be an even more likely eventuality for you, I'd have thought. After all, you're going to bugger orf up north and live on a fell at some point and I can't imagine you're going to fancy schlepping down to sit in the Soulless Concrete Dome to inhale the lager-and-onion exhalations of Arsenal fans while something rather dull happens on the pitch.

I resigned myself to never going again a couple of years ago, really.

I still enjoy watching live football when I go to MK Dons, oddly. That might be to do with the fact that I eat a rather good steak dinner, drink my own bodyweight in ale and then stagger to my bed.

[Burney]

I resigned myself to never going again a couple of years ago, really.

I still enjoy watching live football when I go to MK Dons, oddly. That might be to do with the fact that I eat a rather good steak dinner, drink my own bodyweight in ale and then stagger to my bed.

How does this realisation feel? Does it bother you at all? Or - like me - does the fact that it doesn't especially bother you bother you more?

[Sir C]

How does this realisation feel? Does it bother you at all? Or - like me - does the fact that it doesn't especially bother you bother you more?

As with the flying, a sense of relief, I think. I mean, who needs to go through all that effort? :shudder:

[Burney]

As with the flying, a sense of relief, I think. I mean, who needs to go through all that effort? :shudder:

Yes. It's funny, but I only thought of it yesterday. Up to that point I suppose I sort of assumed I'd go again, but then it hit me and I just thought 'Why on earth would I?'.

[Sir C]

Yes. It's funny, but I only thought of it yesterday. Up to that point I suppose I sort of assumed I'd go again, but then it hit me and I just thought 'Why on earth would I?'.

Of course we'll probably both end up going on corporate jolly at some point. Furthermore, in 5 years time, who knows? You might become mad for it again and buy a season ticket which, I might add, is likely to be decent value while we're in League 1.

[Ash]

As with the flying, a sense of relief, I think. I mean, who needs to go through all that effort? :shudder:

I feel much like that about playing in bands, which I will likely not do again. How did I ever find the time and energy?

[Sir C]

I feel much like that about playing in bands, which I will likely not do again. How did I ever find the time and energy?

Exactly so, a. No, there's no way I'm spending hours and hours training and practicing and travelling and performing. Instead, I shall head out onto 't fell and walk up fúcking mountians for 8 hours a day.

Haha, as I was driving over Buttertubs Pass from the Yorkshire Dales to Cumbria I noted with pleasure that someone had amended the 'Welcome To Cumbria' sign to read, 'We come To Cum'.

[Burney]

I feel much like that about playing in bands, which I will likely not do again. How did I ever find the time and energy?

I sometimes look wistfully at my cricket bat, but realistically, I won't ever be picking it up in anger again. But that's a purely physical thing. That makes me briefly sad, but then I think about flogging around the outfield on a hot day and feel a lot better.