Stupid things I've done

Number one. Continued to wear my Premier League away shirt which I'd had signed by all the squad when bunking off school to watch training. After multiple washes there isn't a single mark left on it. Idiot.

 

Went into a black township in South Africa to find the *******s who had stolen my kids bikes, kicked the shits out of them and walked out with the bikes. I did have a few drinks before tho.

 

Done a few...

Took the radiator off when I had the heating on full and didn't turn the water off.

Once was in the loft and we had a load of the floor boards taken off up there... so I was putting a few bits uo there from Christmas and I threw the box full of decorations straight onto the bare plaster and it went straight through into the bedroom.

The most stupid thing I did by a mile though was when we went on a lads holiday to magaluf and we was on the 4th floor and we was climbing from our balcony onto our mates balcony which was the room on, there was about a 8 ft gap between balconies... looking back what an idiot I was, not a summer goes by nowadays that someone hasn't been killed by doing the exact same thing.

 

Many years ago I was doing a bit of DIY fixing some kitchen units which meant plugging the wall. I actually drew 2 lines on the wall where the electric wiring was ready for when I drilled the wall. I then put one of the units to the wall and marked the spot with an " x " where I should drill. I went ahead and drilled hole but then all of a sudden I got an electric shock which stunned me. After a while when I came around I noticed that I had drilled exactly between the 2 lines which I shouldn't have done. Stupid me. Lesson learned.

 

Ok here's another one which may be a little more relevant, on my last visit to Orient in the 1970's spayed the ground with the Tykes, funnily enough we were followed heal to toe by the Orirnt heavies to the bus, was a night game as well. Not really stupid or scarey but thought I'd mention it. The paint is probably still there? I was a not so little a bugger in those days

 

Was renovating this house we are in now and had the boards up upstairs putting in kingspan ready for the UFH. I put a board down near the door but it wasnt long enough to go right across all the joists i was on so though hmmm bad spot that - someone will step on it and go straight through. So, i put it at the side of where i was instead and carried on to sweep out between the joists. anyway i finished sweeping and walked back along to get the rubbish bucket and stood straight on the board id put down that didnt cover all the joists!

Next thing i knew i was flat on my back about 14 foot below and then the rubbish bucket fell on me too. I looked up and there was a big hole in the ceiling. Happened in a split second.

I was pretty lucky though as i landed on the only bit where there wasnt any equipment and just missed a cast iron fireplace with the metal corners. Bashed myself up a bit - damaged ribs etc. as i scraped myself through the joists which were narrowed from the runners for the insulation!. Amazed i didnt break anything and could have been nasty as i was up there alone.

 

Reminds me of a Frank Spencer sketch Omen, in " Some mothers do have em" . Don't know if you're old enough to remember. Only difference is he would have rehearsed his, and got paid for it.

 

oooh betty - remember frank spencer well lol.

all good intentions and then that happens because my mind was distracted to sweeping up.

i once hit an old electric socket with a hammer that was plastered into a wall. It was a right old house and we just needed it out of the way - whod have thought it was still wired up - lucky i had a hammer with a rubber handle Big welding arc appeared.

 

Have you ever seen Sticky Vicky in Benidorm, She could light a bulb up with no wiring . Bum bum!!

 

yeah cant believe shes made a fortune out of that.

 

Likewise.

 

#1 : Started supporting Barnsley Football Club.




It's also one of the best things I've done though.

 

Deciding to drop kick a football off some wet decking while wearing shoes. Decked it, spinal board, 2 days in hospital.

 

I could write a f**king book.

 

How did that come about mate, I presume you've always lived in Finland?

 

I once thought it would be a good idea to have solar panels installed.

 

Stupid things I have done ..........well, during the time I was in my late teens early 20s I realised that I would probably not live to the age of 30......that's how daft I was - and probably still am.

Surprise surprise.......I'm still here nearly 30 years later..............AND......the stupidness has never really relented or reduced.
For example.........I've done some foooking ridiculous stuff today that looking back now I'm not very proud of

Jedi One (earlier post) called it about right..............when he said he could 'write a book'

 

You must tell us about it one day

 

Has anybody watched " Cowboy Builders" on the tele, I used to watch it regular. Felt sorry for those poor people who got done right, left and centre. Said to wife it would never happen to us, but it did and we're still paying the price. Setting on a builder who promised everything and left us in the lurch. Should have seen straight thru him. Stupid me, getting drawn in.

 

Criminally long post alert! (Part 1)

I must have explained this quite a few times already, but I don't mind sharing my story again. Apologies for the super-long post!

If you don't feel like reading all of it, here's the short version of the story: I jumped on Barnsley's Premiership bandwagon.

And here's the long version...

I've spent my whole life in Finland indeed, but English football has always been quite popular in here. They used to show the Premier League on Finnish TV, and I suppose that it's fair to say that I jumped on the Barnsley Premiership bandwagon back then. I've always had a thing for underdogs, so when I turned on my telly one Saturday afternoon 18 years ago and saw that Manchester United were playing against Barnsley, it was easy to decide which team I wanted to win. The biggest club in the world versus a club that I knew almost nothing about at the time, that's proper David vs Goliath stuff! It wasn't a good day for David though, as Goliath murdered him 7-0...

But even if I didn't know it at the time, that was the beginning of my life-long journey with Barnsley FC. After that match I really wanted Barnsley to survive and I kept following them more closely, but sadly we were on the wrong side of the relegation line at the end of the season, and I thought that that would mean no more Barnsley games ever again. Luckily (for me) though, that was the season when the Finnish broadcaster YLE lost their rights to the Premier League, and they started showing Division One instead! And even better, they chose to show quite a few Barnsley games too - I remember how they (and me) were expecting Barnsley to get promoted again that season. Around that time I discovered the wonderful world of Internet as well. Using my mum and dad's ridiculously slow dial-up modem I dug up all the information that I could find about Barnsley Football Club. I joined one of the mailing lists that were around back then and must have posted some embarrassingly naïve stuff sometimes, but I thought that people there were nice (even if they didn't believe that I was real at first!) and I loved being a part of their little community. I learned to know some of those people pretty well over the years, in fact some of the mailing list folks still post on this BBS nowadays. (Hello!)

I also joined one of the previous incarnations of this BBS, I think it was called URedz.net back then. The official BFC site had goals and highlights of every game available for download at one point, that was really something special before the age of Youtube, even though it took ages for them to download and the quality was unbelievably bad.

Two seasons went by and I was already a fan - I followed Barnsley over the Internet and TV as closely as one possibly could at the end of the 20th century. But in July 2000, two months after our disappointing playoff final defeat, something truly amazing happened that sealed my fate and doomed me to be a Barnsley fan for the rest of my existence...

I was eating breakfast one morning and preparing for school, when my mum who was reading the local newspaper suddenly said: "Tomi, isn't this the football team that you like?" I had a look at the paper and couldn't believe my eyes. It said that Barnsley were coming to Finland on a little pre-season tour to play two friendly matches that summer. Barnsley coming to Finland was already amazing enough, but what made it even more unbelievable was that the other town that Barnsley were going to visit in Finland was my little hometown... and they were playing against my local club Salpa in Finnish Division Two. I must have been the only Barnsley fan in Finland, and Barnsley were the first ever (as far as I know) foreign team to come to my hometown - what are the chances?!

(Fun fact of the day: The manager of the other club that Barnsley were playing actually contacted me before the game, asking me to provide some information about the Barnsley players. He had seen my name on some Barnsley site, and he thought that he'd ask a fellow Finn for some help because his English wasn't very good...)

During BFC's three-day visit to Salo, my hometown, I went to see them training every day, and even got to talk to some of the players and Dave Bassett. Bassett was a real gent, he came to talk to me after one of the training sessions (there was no one else watching) and he seemed genuinely surprised and impressed when I told him that I'm a Barnsley fan. I also got my first Barnsley shirt (Kevin Austin's, white millennium season away shirt) and shorts from him. On the second day the training session was interrupted by one of the biggest thunderstorms that I've seen. All the players ran to the subs bench for cover and I decided to run under the nearest tree (note to children: not a very clever thing to do during a thunderstorm). Arjan van Heusden, a Dutch goalkeeper who was on trial with us, saw me standing there in the rain and told me to join them - needless to say, I didn't need much convincing. So there I was, sitting on the subs bench with all my favourite players, waiting for the thunderstorm to end. The training had to be abandoned for that day and I had to cycle a long way back home in the rain, but that time it didn't really bother me. If someone had seen me cycling in that rain with a huge smile on my face, they probably would have thought that I've escaped from the nearest mental hospital.

The match itself was also a memorable one, and luckily the weather conditions were near perfect again too. My local team Salpa were hanging on pretty well and even created a few really good chances, until Mike Sheron scored the opening goal not too long before the half time whistle. Bassett brought on Neil Shipperley, my new favourite player, for the second half, and he went on to score an impressive hat-trick! Barnsley won 4-0. After the match I wanted to get my match programme signed by some of the players, but when Bassett saw me waiting outside the players' dressing room, he asked all the players to come back to sign my programme. I also got Scott Jones's match-worn socks to "complete my kit".


[apparently there's a 10000 character limit, so I had to split my post in two parts... click the next post to see how this exciting story ends, haha!]