January...the Never Ending Manth

Will it ever end? The month after Christmas is long, cold, and a time of great skintness. No wonder the years most depressing day falls mid way through it. At first it seems alright, New years Eve is over and done with, and things start to get back to normality. But then you look at your bank balance and "POW" there is 'nowt there! I also have one of the bambinos birthdays to stump up for, and that about finishes me off. Even going to the footie is rubbish, because you freeze your keister off, and then all your mates take off home, as they are in the same financial mess you find your self in. Hell, I haven't seen Helmet fro over a month. Thankfully January grip is slowly loosening, and next weekend sees it's demise for another year. Pay day is upon those who are re numerated monthly, and i for one am ready for a blow out. Thankfully there is help at hand, as brother Crespo celebrates his birthday this upcoming weekend. City are at home, we are meeting in the City Vaults after, and then off to Headingley, if everything goes to plan. A few of us are also off to see the bantams take on the Shakers on Tuesday, for an Away Day. It is deep in pie territory, ie Lancashire, so I am expecting a memorable pastry. Hopefully these sojourns will shake off my recent torpor, and I can resume getting more posts on both this blog, and the fledgling Stop the Nonsense sight. Bring on February.