Last Post

So, it appears this is the end of "They Call Him Rutman"... for the time being, at least. Thought I'd say, rather than just leave it, because I was asked by two people, seemingly downhearted that there wasn't a post since May. In fact, I'd say they had tears in their eyes (it's my blog, I'm allowed to exaggerate/lie). Never fear, I may return after exams. Although I'm looking into taking part in another website, footyecho.com. Which would entail writing purely Bolton Wanderers articles/blogs/etc. I'm just waiting for a response.

Which means this particular blog would be lower down. Currently the top priority is revision (or procrastination). Then it's general chillaxing. After exams, I believe general chillaxing would take top priority, followed by 'Pencil Pusher' (yes, I've decided to push on with it anyway). Then maybe getting my Elche team into Europe on FM09 (I was robbed by a point in my second season, after being in the top 7 all season). Then general blogging (I take it far too seriously, tbh).


I haven't whinged yet... most strange. Anyway, the whinging begins. I'm resitting my editorial writing for English. In January, the source material was Jane Austen (boo) and Bolton Wanderers (hurrah). I got an E (boo). This time around, the sources materials are Twin Peaks (TV series 1989-1991... so may be a 20th anniversary piece... boo) and Senior Citizen Fitness (quite self explanitory... boo) Pardon my French, but what the fuck is that? If the AQA headquarters burn down in the near future, remember, I was with you all the time.

Also, I've managed to get a cold... in the middle of June. I caught it off my brother. "Catch it. Bin it. Kill it." indeed. I never get colds in winter (well, I had a fever in December, but that's not important) Every year, I get a cold in late May/early June. I also missed my long awaited doctors appointment, because I thought it was tomorrow. So it's moved to 7th July.


Anyway, that is all, I've got to go back to annotating how old people delay their inevitable heart failure that little bit longer.

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