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MARCH 2008

Thursday 27/03/08

My time back in Burgess Hill has mainly been spent working - and as such, there is very little to report. Except for this FANTASTIC story I stumbled across in The Sun earlier today:

Yesterday I added the Emirates Stadium to the list of stadia I have visited when I attended Brazil v Sweden, and naturally, a full review will be on-line in the Adventures section at some point in the future. Oh, and if you have ever wanted to see a feeble attempt of a man trying to neck a tub of baked beans, I suggest you check out the video of the Crocs on Tour trip to Nottingham Forest on Monday

Friday 21/03/08

I am not going to make excuses for the lack of updates - except it is all Peter Chapmans fault. His bone idleness in supplying me with fresh audio from recent radio appearances has seen me degenerate into a helpless wreck, and as such I have been as motivated to update this site as the McCann's were to be decent parents. His treason to the kingdom of McCarthy was such that some bugger decided to pinch his hub caps in the early hours of Thursday morning - an act I would like to place on record that I had nothing to do with, despite my previous record for vandalism of the old Chapmobile making me a key suspect. What this does prove though is that McCarthy is Burgess Hills Favourite Minor Celebrity, and that Peter Chapmans claims to be the Most Respected are now thrown into doubt!

This lack of updates also coincided with my return home to the Hill, where Jacobs Post reported record turnover on Saturday as McCarthy was in town. The women were soon dressed to impress, and an all round greater atmosphere engulfs the town - indeed, we didn't see one fight on our night out, a sign of the improved atmosphere I bring everywhere I go

Highlight of 2008 arguably occurred last week, when Robert Jones was in Cheltenham for the festival. Agreeing to meet him at 3.40pm at Cheltenham Spa station, I ended up in the pub next to the station 2 hours before his arrival, and with that days racing cancelled proceeded to get hideously drunk before arrival. Myself and Jones then continued drinking into the night, before I whipped up a Full English Breakfast of Truffles standard, unfortunately lacking attractive waitress serving, alongside a pint of Guinness. We then proceeded to consume a ludicrous amount during the course of the day over the racecourse, before ending the evening in the Student Union bar, where McCarthy's intoxicated state saw him propped up against a wall. And the good news - McCarthy's betting only saw him lose around 50p, while Jones, well, it was a typical Jones result really.

Thursday 07/03/08

We are now into March, the third month of the year incase you didn't know. And worryingly, as I tick towards my 21st birthday, I fear I am turning more and more into a Victor Meldrew character, showing signs that I am degenerating at an alarming rate into Tom McCarthy already

Yesterday I decided to take the bus into Gloucester as I was bored. This made sound financial sense as I get free bus travel anywhere on the Stagecoach network in this area. While on the bus, I had sat behind me two posh girls whom I can only presume attended the very prestigious Cheltenham Ladies College. Anyway, as if the fact that they had their I pod on ridiculously loud wasn't enough, they decided to sing along to EVERY sodding song from Cheltenham to Gloucester. Just as McCarthy reached the end of his tether, they stopped. I felt a surge of relief, until they began reciting a Nickelback song. That was it, and I unfortunately lost it, turning around and saying "Look, if I wanted to go to a bloody Nickelback concert I'd buy tickets". It did the trick, they soon fell silent and unless I am very much mistaken at least one of them wanted me - for which you could hardly blame them

In other news, I appear to have suffered some sort of rib related injury during this weekends marathon of exercise, consisting of football on Saturday and football on Sunday. This will not, fans of Bishop Cleeve, keep me out of this Saturdays game with Tewkesbury Town, so there really is no excuse for you to not be in attendance to see McCarthys home debut

Next week is my last week in Cheltenham, as I head home for three weeks for Easter. This means all you Burgess Hillites have a brief opportunity to make the most of my presence within your town, during which I will once again be partaking in several projects, one of which has been on the burner for nearly 4 years now - and no, before anyone starts getting an erection, it is not Star Wars

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