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We all touch someone’s hand, on the way through the dance.

Ah, I have again neglected this blog far too much. My apologies.

So, what’s new in the world of Wiseman? My last post was in October! Disgraceful! I’ve been busy since then. Firstly and fore-mostly, I’ve become a father. Oh wait, no. I mean a Godfather. I keep forgetting that you can’t  just remove God out of everything just because he’s imaginary. Anyway, I was honoured to be asked by a certain Mr Myers, and his good lady Sadie, to play Godfather to Silvia-Rose, so I flew over to sunny Crewe for a few days.


A good time was had by all and it was good to reconnect again. I still don’t really know what Sadie made of me, especially as I was shattered throughout most of my visit, and annoyed as the Crewe Arms Hotel had no hot water for my entire stay! A review of the place can be found HERE which, while written in my usual good humour, still reflects quite how angry I was. 

Anyway, moving on, I also went to my first Champions League game, Ajax v Celtic, which was actually pretty damned cool. Cost a small fortune but, the game was good, the atmosphere and seats good, but the fans behaviour was seriously grim. Fighting everywhere outside, and inside, every foul was bellowed at like someone had beheadded their favourite dog, and then eaten it. Hoping for slightly more sportsmanship and slightly less partisan attitude when we go and see Arsenal v Cardiff on New Years Day. I did however, manage to get a couple of good pictures, this one being one of the best.


Well, I like it anyway!

And now? Well.. there is not much new really. Still writing my football articles, which have garnered me over 150,000 reads. The next milestone I suppose is half a million, and the January Transfer Window should help me with that. Actually wrote an article today saying Suarez could well be an Arsenal target again now that Liverpool’s Sturridge is injured, which seems to be grabbing some attention. Feel free passing people to go join in the debate.

Xmas seems like it will be a non-event his year. As I’ve still not set foot in the pub where last year we had our dinner, I suppose it will probably be just the two of us. Not such a bad thing I suppose. New Year should consist of the Giffard in Wolves the Arsenal game at The Emirates, and then back to sunny Crewe for pies and Indians! As a side note, and a strange coincidence, my rosacea has barely flared in the last year. I’m wondering if there is a connection, either relating to stresses which are no longer there from going into my old local, or more likely, perhaps a detergent used to clean the glasses was helping it eat my face. Either way, I’m good with the fact that it’s eased off.

Given how lax I’ve been, then next update will probably contain pictures of all of the above! Until then… toodle pip.

Lessons learnt.

Ah I think I’ll be glad to see the back of this year. The trip to Crewe went, I believe the expression is, tits up. Having had a message from Mr Myers saying I wish you were here, flights were booked, hotel sorted, permission grated from milady *rolls eyes lol* and I was up up and away.

Flight was sound, as ever, and I hit Crewe before 12pm! I have to say that the Crewe Arms Hotel sucks. Anyone catching this blog by accident from a search for Crewe, grab a room at the Waverley instead.  After having asked several times when he was working I dropped my stuff at the hotel and took an amble into town, after having dropped a couple of mails and texts to say “I’m here”, albeit not in the voice of the little girl from poltergeist. I got a text back saying “I’ll ring you later”, so I assumed he was working and farted about in town. Good to catch up with Dave n Shaz, and Mchorny (Ric for clarification…. not someone from Greys Anatomy!!), and time passed, so I thought, lets take a plod over to Broad Street, tipping a hat to the old man as I walked past the grave yard accordingly. Got there…. no answer.

So, having killed the afternoon, and now presuming maybe he’s on 9-5 rather than my guessed 6-2, I head back to the hotel expecting a call as my battery is trying to die! Still no call, so eventually at about 10 am I head up to say Ello to young sir Richard at the corner bar, where some surreal conversation ensued. 

Now… the plan of attack as to have been, speak to Tony on the Thurs, then I’d prebooked a hotel in wolves, (two single beds.. we were always close but not THAT close),  and pay for him to have a night away from Crewe either Fri or Sat evening, depending on when he was working. But, with no call, no text, no email and no reply to any of my enquiries for when he was working, I got up and headed off to Wolves, thinking that, if needs be, the plan could still work. He’s bound to get in contact, and in truth at 20 quid for the room it was cheep enough for me to sod it off… and head back up to Crewe if needs be for the night. Still nothing. 

And so I went out. Actually I had a great time in the Giffard in Wolves, as I always do. A waffle to Tim, his lady, a swift chat about games with Riki, a chuckle with John about some idiot pulling his beard, Yeti being yeti.. etc etc. It was all good.

But none of that was the reason for me being there. Landing back at the hotel I was pretty pissed in every sense of the word and vented a little on the ever handy Facebook. As you do! After what happened in Sweden, the last thing I wanted was to have spent a shed load of cash on doing something for someone and ending up feeling screwed at the end of it, yet, that’s exactly what happened. Tony has always been unreliable. Hell we used to arrange to meet up as kids and you’d pick a time half an hour earlier than you needed it to accommodate him being 30 mins late lol. But this was no real laughing matter. 

I suppose the fact is, in the space of the last 6 months, we’ve offered to buy Tone a passport, offered to fly him out here, and then subsequently I’ve gone over there for this. All of the above have gone tits up, when, with 10% of the effort put in by myself, all of the above could’ve worked happily. 

Add to what I spent to go over last week, to what I spent in Sweden in an attempt to look after my sister cos she said she wanted me there, and it amounts to nearly a grand outlay, with nothing good coming out of it, and still not having received my trainers back from Sweden! I put my trust and faith in people, I try and come through for them and instead I get treated like shit. In this case I am reminded of when my dad died. Tony said he’d come with me, and bottled it on the day, simply opting to not turn up so I had to bury my dad on my own. A few months earlier, when his mother had died, I borrowed money to get to Crewe so I could support him. I was the only one of his friends who bothered. 

And so leaving I have had a garbled voice message and two missed calls from him, missed cos I was on a plane so that dates them the monday after I arrived on Thursday. I replied to a text, but again, have heard nothing back. Such is life. 

The one positive I got from the whole thing, was that I got to spend an afternoon with David. Football in the shed, some food, and a good 3 hours of waffle. It was good to see him. Grown up, self sufficient, and far too much in mannerisms at times like a lad I used to know a few years back who looked a lot like me.  lol hmmm!

And so back to Holland I returned. Xmas was a snot soaked affair, colds all round. New Year approaches fast and I am pleased to see the back of this one. I’ve lost my sister, and the person I suppose I’ve always thought of as my best friend since I was 5. Next year needs to be better. Hammer the weights, actually put some effort into learning some Dutch maybe, and properly construct this book I’ve been talking about for years now. I suppose another tie has been broken to the Uk with all this, and I really hope he comes through this stronger, but my responsibility is to me and Esther, and I need to be chopping out of my world things which leave me in situations like last week. 

So, here’s to next year people. Slainte Mhath!