Weekend

Yesterday was Saturday; a mystical day in which the majority of "normal people" chill out, relax, socialise, have fun and do general cool stuff. However, me being a weirdo, the norm is work: boring, uninspiring and dull work.
But yesterday... I ESCAPED! Okay, so it wasn't mainly to do anything fun; I went up to the YPBC camp site on the Friday and stayed over to help take down and pack up. However, it didn't take that long; we were gone by about 11 o'clock which was a relief to everyone. We had a great number of people there and everything went brilliantly well. Couldn't have hoped for a better day, weather-wise, either. It was beautiful - warm, sunny, nice breeze. I even managed to get a little bit of tannage going on (my neck is now rather toasted).
However, it was a little sad standing at the top of the camp site looking down towards the sea with wind gusting at my back. It was empty; the cookhouse was gone, the tents were gone, all the orange fencing was gone... I did get a little emotional, I must admit. I guess it's because it's been the best year I've had at camp so far. It was simply a week of legendary proportions. I even miss the weeks I didn't go to. But there is next year! Yes, I am already looking forward to it...
Once the dismantling of camp was over I had planned to be dropped home, to sit on teh interwebz, to do very litte and chill. But, oh no, there were better things to do; Norwich City vs Swansea. Bearing in mind I'm not that big a football fan, this was an unusual event for me. But there was a spare ticket going free; I wasn't going to say no. Football isn't really my thing; I find watching game after game boring; I can't be bothered to watch games involving teams I care nothing about. But I get into it when it's Norwich... I loved it; I'd never been to a Championship game before, only a friendly. The atmosphere was immense! I got straight into it and was shouting (probably completely useless) advice at the team. :P Although they did need to keep the ball down more and pass instead of hoofing it backwards to no one... Anyway. We won. The game was somewhat poor; we didn't play well at all. However, after a quality penalty save the team started to play. Then Swansea scored an own goal; the stadium exploded and we all started chanting "WHO ARE YA? WHO ARE YA?" Then we all started dancing... love it.
Then, in the last 4 minutes, Simeon Jackson in his second game for Norwich scored with a scorcher of a volley. And we all cheered our lungs out.
I now want a Norwich jersey. There's no way I'll ever become a proper football fan; I just can't be bothered with all that. I'm too much of a geek to let something as normal as football become part of my interests. It's just not compatible with my software.
This weekend has been great. I've loved having a Saturday off to do something Normal and not taking it off so I can do something specific...
That's all for now... ciao.