Wednesday 12th May 2010

And so we pass over the hump that is the middle of the week and speed ever downwards towards Friday afternoon and two days of stuff not connected in any way with work. Hopefully. Before the fun of the weekend, I have my first videoconference to take part in, as I learn more than I dreamt about of the accounting and finance system here. I guess what it does do is make me more valuable, and less likely to be shown the door, which is what I want. It’s what we all want, really.
So far this week, the wind has blown from the north, which makes the sea just too rough for work to take place out on the wind farm, and so it’s a chance for us to catch up on work and see if there is any problems from the past few months we may have missed. Of course, there is.

As the football season refuses to die, each night has more games for the armchair fan to wallow in, with emotions ever greater with each stage, the joy boundless and the pain bottomless. At the moment it’s the last place in the Premier League up for grabs, and the joy of the tangerine clad army from Blackpool was wondrous to see, as was the pain of the Nottingham Forest supporters as once again their team fail at the penultimate hurdle.

The weekend is the FA cup final, which throws up ever more starkly, the difference between the haves and the have-nots, as Chelsea take on the almost bankrupt Portsmouth . Pompy have no one to blame for their plight, except themselves and the rank awful running of the club in recent years, and the over-spending on players and wages. As for Chelsea , their multi-billionaire owner is expected to pump tens of millions into the chase to become European Champions, whilst the rest of football bankrupt themselves to play catch up; it’s all crazy.

And so we will go to London for the day, and I will miss the game, willingly. Once the cup final was THE game of the season; now it’s just another game for the big boys to fight over, and in the end they really don’t care too much about the history.

Viva le change!