Anyway, I'm at university in my first year of a sports journalism course. Im doing it because I failed as a jockey. I failed miserably. I couldn't get out of bed in the mornings so the bosses used to frown at me. I wasn't very good at race tactics either; when every other jockey kicked for home I was still lobbing along at the back somewhere. It was always the horses' fault of course.
In other news......
Ive just been for an interview with Sainsburys so i'll let you know if I get the job. Its night shifts, probably absolute hell but I need the money!
I just got my bumper fixed after hitting a badger. Still need a fog light though....
My teeth are falling out again. After spending £1600 quid on the bloody things only a couple of months ago one of them is hanging out. I wish I was a dentist, them buggers are loaded.
Anywho, thats the end of of my first blog. Hope you're still awake and hope you come back soon!!
What a confessional post.
ReplyDeleteRemember, Sam, this is public! So hopefully we shall see a narrative of self-improvement unfold.
Race tactics: interesting. What makes the difference between a winning jockey and a losing jockey?
Consolation: you may have no teeth, but at least you can use a semi-colon.