I was watching Hard Knocks yesterday and at the Houston training camp they had fully suited refs. Anyone know if these are actual NFL officials or just 'team officials' suited up that way? Not sure why I care that much.
Sometimes I can have 10 pints and wake up fresh as a daisy. Then other times I can have 5 and feel like sh!te, like this morning. I hadn't had a drink for two weeks before last night and it really hit me this morning. Urgh.
Never that bothered about claiming refunds for delays because I'm lazy as feck, but got £15 from Greater Anglia after a right debacle the other day. Looks like I can't use them to buy tickets online...anyone know if you can use them at a station ticket office even if the journey doesn't start there?
Random example, buying tickets in Norwich using the voucher, for a journey which is Leeds to Sheffield?
I'll owe anyone a beer if they nail this. I have the intro to a tune in my head and it is driving me absolutely nuts at work. I can only seem to get the Intro and a little bit of the melody. It's indie pop, last 5 years I reckon and is similar to MGMT / Magic Numbers, that kind of stuff. Guitar riff to start (impossible for me to type it out ha) and then it goes something like...
"One! (something something something) Two! (something something something) Three! (something something something) One two three four! > Chorus"
I feel awful. Downed tools at 4 yesterday and didn't leave the boozer until 11.30 and I'd only eaten a bowl of bran flakes all day. Moronic. Thank god there's the tube strike I can use as an excuse for not going in.