November 12 2007 By popular demand - Football - flu jab.
Mt blog is back. Thanks to the three people who noticed it had gone. Reached a nadir when I dealt with the delicate subject of male friendship and bottom inspection last month. I lost a little confidence after that.
However...
Lynne wants me to give up football. I am 46 and don't even play football save for the odd (and it is odd) game of fatties' five-a-side with the guys from work.
She wants me to give up supporting it.
I quote: 'You are not a nice person when you are watching football.
'You get aggressive and I think you frighten Morgan when you shout and swear. You are too aggressive.
'It is not good for my health - or yours. You have heart disease - you cannot afford to behave like you do. I have MS - when you behave like you do when the football's on you stress me out and that's no good. You ask your friends - they think you take football too seriously.'
So..
All this on the back of Newcastle (my team) playing out a nailbiting 1-1 draw with deadly rivals Sunderland and me watching on TV.
And I left at half time to drive Lynne and Morgan to one of M's little friends' birthday parties!
Am I a bad husband and father? PLEASE let me know your views. This is a biggie.
IFootball and NEwcastle United are not hobbies like gardening or origame that can be cast off on a whim. They are afflictions. Diseases.
If I had one leg would Lynne tell me to stop hopping?
Had the flu jab today. Feel terrible. Nose running, back aching. First time I can remember a bad reaction to it and I get it every year since the heart bypass.
Hope all fine by Thursday when in London to have dinner with Prime Minister. Anything anyone would like me to ask him?



andrew edwards wrote...
Give up football? ... you might as well give up life itself.
Tell Lynne that if you weren't watching football you would be an even more miserable, irritable, bored person around the house.
She will end up telling you 'isn't there a match on for you to watch?'
I have similar football tension issues at home.
Thankfully my mood is so simmering and unpredictable during a live match that Mrs Edwards leaves me and Michael (my son) to it, withdrawing our daughter from the obscene environment at the same time for her own protection. Heaven!
As for the 5-a-side - let's get the old gits back together again????
Posted by: andrew edwards | November 13, 2007 11:30 AM