Update

Right, well, the date is now the 3rd of November, so a fair bit of time has passed since my last entry which was on the ... 7th of August. Hmm. I suppose the few people who did check my blog have long since shuffled on to pastures new.

Lets look back on those missing months, and try to deduce whether my time was spent wisely and to the fullest, or if I have important lessons to learn , and alter it accordingly.

August

The premiership kicked off once again, and along with it the (probably) best fantasy football league too. Mr Moodies short tenancy at Chateau Bridgewater ended when he shouldered his backpack and set sail to the far reaches of civilisation in eastern Asia. Miss Lundgren turned one step closer to the great beyond, seeing in her 21st birthday with not just a few drinks (see pic), and I'm sure that some stuff happened in the news.

I worked, of that I am sure, but August was a fair while ago, so the memory escapes me just at this time.

September

Football continued, and I had the first holiday of the season, taking a trip back to merry old Northern Ireland for a handful of days. With Ally in tow, and little sis Jeni back from across the world, we set off in exploration mode to travel all the way to... Donegal (well it is in another country...). A splendid time was had by all upon my return home, much rum was consumed by Jeni and myself, and a cultural trip around the north coast and to the strange lands of the Giants Causeway.

The rest of September was pretty much work work work, but it was not too bad, as anticipation was starting to rise with a coming trip...

October

So with October, Oktoberfest in Munich!!! And dear God, it is the greatest place on the face of the Earth, a beer drinkers Mecca. In the land of beer and sausage, the jovial drunk is king! Have been meaning to write about the week spent there, and will endeavor to do so at a later date, before the memory fades like so many others, but at this time I would like to say that it held some of the finest holiday moments, coupled with not so fine- as myself and Jonny thought it would be a good idea to spend all seven nights there in a tent. Three nights in a tent would have sufficed. Four would definitely be pushing the boundaries. Seven nights is way past the very notion of being 'a bit too long'. Still, most of those nights were (sorry mum) spent in hapless drunken slumber, with only the mornings to contend with. But the actual Oktoberfest is a veritable feast for the eyes, an enormous mass of people, all merry and drinking, either munching on the many delicacies on offer (mostly sausage related), screaming with delight on funfair rides (there is nothing more fun in this world than drunken dodgems), or singing and drinking inside one of the many cavernous beer tents (see pic).

One thing is for sure: I will be back. Since coming home, I have a thirst for learning German (still to actually start, but the notion is there) and now want to end my days in Munich. If anyone has any ideas how I would go about making that happen, I would be very appreciative.

Now, since returning from Germany, I seem to have taken up residence between the walls of

the cinema, working all hours that God/Alla/Buddha/Whatever sends, so when the 30th of

October rolled around, it was glad tidings all round as Ally and myself met up with Jeni in Stoke-on-Trent to travel to... wait for it... Alton Towers!! Yay! And much fun was had. Few crowds meant that we were queuing for hardly any time at all, and managed to squeeze in more fun than there are rice crispies in a cereal box.

So, conclusions?

I work too much. Think I knew that already.