What Do You Do On Saturdays?

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I'm sitting here late at night reflecting and giving thanks for what was a cool day, and got to wondering what you all do on a Saturday. Mine are always different, but today was like this...

7AM - got up, had porridge, bit of a read, ("You'll Never Eat Lunch in this Town Again" = -Julia Phillips)
8.40 - dropped Mrs AC to work. (Jeweller)
9.00 AM Had a dip in 40 foot, Sandycove. Freezing.
10.00 Returned books to Library - Fine = 11.70
11 - Spinning Class and Swim at Gym
1.30 Last Cut of Grass before Winter
2 - 4 - Guess??
5.40 - Had €600 on Mullins Bay f*cked by Fallon. Blue
6 - Picked up Mrs AC - Movies - Lord of a War..
9 - Thai Restauarant, Tiger Becks in Dalkey - (Nice btl of Pinot Grigio.)
11pm - Last bit of Match of The Day
1am - Talkinghorses.

Any Takers?
 
OK.

10am Awoke, got up and read the RP had breakfast.
11am Shower, surfed the web, cancelled the post at the newsagents (i dont get it every day during the NH season.)
12pm Watched Football Focus and kept my eye on the Champion Stakes market on Betfair (wtf isOratorio drifting :ph34r: )
2pm Backed Sleeping Indian, thought it had won, had a minor meltdown, shouting etc.
3.10pm Kept laying Oratorio, had to deposit extra into the account, kept laying.
3..15pm Joy and relief in equal measures.
3.45pm Wished i`d had more on SC
5.pm Went to Tesco for a cheap video recorder.
5.45pm Went to ASDA for a Scart lead and a pizza
6.30pm Watched the episode i taped of Bodies last week before tonight`s was broadcast.
7.00pm Realised the fucking snooker meant Bodies wasn`t on tonight.
8.00pm Watched X Factor and laughed at the sadness of the Betfair Forumites talking about it and taking it seriously
9 - 11.30pm Watched the Houston Astros v St Louis Cadinals Baseball Playoff game on MLBtv
11.30 pm Watched The Shield on ch5
 
Sounds like a very fulfilled sort of day, AC. You certainly squeezed in a broad range of activities during the course of the day.

What was your impression of Lord Of War. Reviews I have read were very positive. Seems to be an incisive comment on the arms trade tempered with a little black humour. Quote> "I've done business with every army except the Salvation Army".

MY Saturday unfortunately was typically prole ............ a few pints and then the racing on telly.
 
No routine to any particular day, but today was a luvverly matinee Bandit meeting at Lingfield, so:

7.00 a.m. woke up fuzzily, wondering if I was in hospital. No, just fought the bedclothes into a tight shroud, apparently. Lay there for 10 minutes half-dreaming and trying to become fully conscious.

7.15 a.m. Mostly conscious: abluted, polished the gnashers, dressed, applied make-up, collected small plastic box in which to put the pre-paid badges for Lingfield's guests, since the change to printing the envelopes which contain them is now vertical, and they fall out of the old biscuit tin I've used til now. Collect banana for later consumption, and small bottle of milk for our tea later. (I took a small kettle to our little hut earlier this year, so that we can brew up our own, since we don't get breaks.)

7.45 a.m. Deposit trash on way to car. Note car is covered in heavy dewfall and remove by wipers and electric windows going down and up. Note back electric window behind me has stuck more than usual, and squeaks at effort required to raise back up and clean off dew at same time. Hope it won't stick permanently.

Laborious drive out of Brighton behind twit who loses momentum on small hills, wavers about avoiding bicyclists and swerves to avoid driving into clearly-marked bollards. Begin swearing programme for rest of drive.

8.45 a.m. Arrive at Lingfield, have cup of tea. Absorb briefing information, gossip, and with colleague collect badges, faxes, pc, printer, and make way to our owners' hut. Problem: Weatherbys download of runners has failed to materialize from office. We begin to assemble printer to download it ourselves. Halfway through download, office worker arrives with their print-out. One can never have too many print-outs. Other office worker arrives with envelopes containing pre-paid badges for us to distribute to lucky punters. At day's end, half of these will be found to be duplicates and therefore redundant. No change there, then.

Enjoy trouser jokes today. Previously we have enjoyed puns on fish (outstanding) and birds (very good). We manage flannel, tweed, pants, boxer/s, bags, denim, fly, zip, pockets, turn-ups, but reach a bit for herringbone and pantaloons, though we do get there in the end.

Shut up shop just after second last race, having congratulated John Jay's representative on their win, and express our sadness that poor 3 y.o. LOVE ATTACK broke her leg just after winning her first race.

Depart, make excellent time until arriving at outskirts of Brighton, where the blue-and-white shirts give the game away. The appalling pursuit of football is taking place, and the slowdown ensures I take a full HOUR to cross town, about 2.5 miles, where the day's swear 'n' drive programme climaxes.

Eat well and fall asleep watching the day's re-runs. Delighted for SGT. CECIL and the BOOSTER. Wake up when head lolls suddenly forward. I'm cold and still hungry. Have some wholemeal toast and go to bed for 2 hours, wake to watch Ch.5 various cop shows. Note that 'The Shield' Series 4 has now finished and that 5 will be shown later, hurrah. Make list of 'to do's' for tomorrow (mostly laundry) and the week (sorting tax papers, cancelling various things for Mother).

Examine pc - the fecker now shows 'disconnected' for receiving e-mails. Wonder if TH is available. It is, and Merlin has been very helpful in suggesting some cures for the stoopid machine, which I'll try out tonight.

Note it is now 1.45 a.m. and officially Sunday, where I plan to sleep until the ancient church-going hags who live down the hall congregate by the lift, shrieking (because they're all deaf) greetings before hobbling off to bother God.

And it's good night (or good morning) from her...
 
Worked from 10:30 Friday night until about 8:15 Sat morning.
Collected paper on the way home, too tired to read any when I get in.
Bed about 8:40 after listening to gf tell me about last night's telly and making
a fuss of the dog.
Wake up when alarm goes off at 1pm in order to be transported to pub prior to
game of football.
Play first half in centre of midfield where I'm completely out of my depth, second half much better at centre half where I usually play. Make mental note that as captain, next time suggested I play out of position, just going to tell them to feck off.
Shower and change after 3 - 0 defeat due to dodgy keeper who can't save diddly squat from 25 yards out, and off to pub for two lager shandies while chuckling at Everton losing at Spurs ( sorry Dan :P ).
Back home for 5:15, a quick dinner and then a lie down for an hour before getting ready and setting off for work at 7:30 for another 12 fun filled hours.

Tommorow, try and get some lays sorted in the morning before bed for hopefully most of the day.
 
Yesterday was pretty bland but here was last saturday.

8:30 - get up, breakfast of Crunchy nut clusters with chocolate swirls :P
9:00 - cycle to newsagents for papers
9:45 - prepare kit for later
10:00 - Potter around in greenhouse tending to my 'babies'
11:00 - surf the net for a while.
12:00 - Iron shirt and jeans.
12:30 - light lunch (carb loaded) then leave for club
13:00 - get changed slowly applying liberal amounts of Tiger Balm to certain parts of my body, and liberal amounts of strapping tape to others.
13:30 - Warm up.
14:30 - Kick off versus Brynmawr (h) Welsh National Division 2 East.
14:55 - Score my first try
15:10 - Half time interval - we lead 43-3
15:35 - score my second try
15:40 - score a third (hat trick)
15:47 - With us leading 88-8 I run in under the posts to score a fourth try but drop the ball a la Christophe Dominici!
15:51 - Our centre completes the rout with a try beneath the posts making the final score 95-8, meaning my missed opportunity prevented us from hitting the century.
15:55 - full time. We win 95-8 and consolidate our position at the top of Division 2East.
16:10 - shower and take banter from team mates
16:30 - after match meal (sausage bans and chips as usual) and take banter from supporters.
17:00 - first pint of cold shandy! Bliss.
17:30 - watch rugby on big screen with second pint of cold shandy followed by first bottle of Coors lager.
19:00 - set up ring, 3rd or 4th bottle of Coors
20:00 - referee 4th annual (un)official World Conker Championships. See first link in top right hand 'what's new' section on this link Pill Harriers.
22:45 - change into pre ironed shirt and head to town with Jamesy and Fish.
23:00 - Potters - 10thish bottle of whatever
23:30 - Yates - quite pished by now
00:00 - Chicago Rock - tackle fellow teammate who I see exiting the toilets as we are leaving. Later find out that tackle caused a hairline fracture to his leg. Best tackle of my career.
13:00 - back to Yates. Very pished, getting bored
13:30 - Bombay Bicyle for Lamb Pasandah half and half.
14:15 - Taxi? No further recollection.



AC - I am indeed intrigued by your 9am event. Do you live close to this cove?
 
Yesterday

9.30 - woke up. read book for 2 hours - Boy in the Water - Stephen Dobyns
11.30 got up
12.00 Shopping
2-5 - racing
6-11 - pissing around on the net.

Live the dream I say!!
 
6am Start work, feed round the horses and check their legs.
6.30am Muck out 4
8.00am Pull out 1st lot
9am breakfast
9.45am Pull out 2nd lot
11am Pull out 3rd lot
12.30pm Finish work and home for some lunch
1.30pm Put C4 on to record
2.30pm Kick Off football match for local village at left midfield
3.30pm 2nd half 1-0 down and not out of it
3.45pm 1-1 after an equaliser before i collect the ball on the edge of the box from a corner knock it back in far post only to see it float in with the wind over the keepers head top corner. :lol: 2-1
4.15pm Finish game winning 3-1 good result.
4.50pm Just get in in time to watch our runner at Catterick then sit down to watch the racing back without knowing any results utter disapointment though seeing my money go down the drain.
5.15pm watch football continueasly from Middlesborough-Pompey to Barcelona-Deportivo to Athletico Madrid-Real Madrid then Match Of The Day.
12.00am sleep.
 
My Saturday starts at 7.30pm on Friday. The theme for Coronation Street is my cue to get the form books out and start on Saturday's bigger races. I'm usually there till 4 bottles of German lager.

Yesterday:

5.00 Up and at it (studying the form) - normally 6am but just woke up early.
6.45 Out for the RP & milk.
7.00 Form
9.30-10.30 on the net trying to get the best prices, writing my piece for Escorial's site, sending emails and PMs to deserving souls.
11.00-2pm basically just fannying around, catching up on sleep, channel-hopping, amusing the dog, etc.
2.00-4.00pm C4R while listening to Celtic V Hearts and posting on here.
4pm-5.30pm on here, out walking the dog, making the dinner, etc
7pm onwards - telly/video/DVD/drinks/snacks ("The Chicken Run" - excellent entertainment)
Later - on here for a few final words.

Maybe I need to get a life :blink:
 
7am -got an elbow in the face from my 15 month old daughter announcing it is time to get up.Spend the next2 hours watching childrens television while feeding and changing her.
9 -to the supermarket -get the racing post and Irish Field -then go to my parents.keeping my daughter entertained at all times.
12 -get home,child falls asleep,get a chance to read RP and decide La Vie DC can get me off to a good start.
2 -wife takes responsibility for the child,punting commences.LVDCgets me off to a flyer.Spend the next 3 hours watching it unravel while dealing with a small dose of food poisoning.
530-wife returns and announces she is going to dinner and the cinema with her friend who is staying for the weekend.
645.Drop them into town and return home.child sleeps and I watchmindless rubbish on tv until midnight when they return.

I would be a big believer in active weekends and getting the most from them but when you have a child your life is not your own.
Respect to AC for swimming in the fortyfoot.
 
I use you wake up at 8:30
I buy the newspapers and prepare breakfast
Watch morning Line while surfing internet to find the prices and final touches of the form.
Then I read the newspapers and cook the meal.Paella is my favorite for Saturdays.

From 2:00 till 5:00 watch racing and have some bets while I smoke a Cohiba cigar.

After that planing the rest of the day.
I use to jogg for 40 min at 19:00 and after that having a shower and normally going out for dinner and some drinks .

It is the best day of the week.
 
7 a.m. - 11.0 a.m. Studied Saturday racing, early prices and betfair markets

11 a.m. - 5.40 p.m. Betting, lost 8K

5.40 p.m - 7 p.m. Buried Mrs HT under the patio

7 p.m. - 11 p.m. Studied Sunday's Musselburgh card

11 p.m. - Went to bed

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3.45 - Up, fed dogs, showered, dressed, did hair, put slap on, made four bacon sarnies and flask of coffee, checked two dry cows in nursery paddock as due any time, put stuff in Phil's truck.

5.00 Arrived at Phil's farm, all piled into my truck which was swapped previous evening as it was being used to tow tri-axle cattle trailer, set off for Chelford cattle market

8.45 and 205 miles later, arrive at market, spend next two hours looking at various lots

11.00 Sales starts. Lot 20 first one we're interested in but she sells for 11,000 gns !!!! Buy lot 22 though - another one for the NewPole herd. Also purchase lot 42 for what we think is a steal and feel well-chuffed with ourselves!

14.15 Leave with our cattle and set off southbound

18.15 Arrive back at my farm, to be greeted with news that one of cows calved OK but the second one looks dodgy, so Phil calves her and we settle new cows into a couple of the posh stables for the night. Feed up.

19.15 All cattle OK - two nice bull calves too.

20.00 Have sarnie and watch mindless crap for an hour or so.

21.45 Do rounds, checking new cows and two that have calved to make sure neither of those have milk fever. Beautiful night with nearly full moon but too warm!

22.00 Hit my pit, totally knackered


PS

Sadly, second cow to calve got staggers during the small hours and I was very pissed off on checking them at 6.45 this morning to find her dead as a clat......

Which has meant a vet out already to make sure it isn't anthrax (as if...) or some other ulikely eventuality, so blood tests taken blah blah blah..... claf is bonny though and the other cow has taken it on.

I like cows!
 
Sorry about losing the cow, Jules.

My day went as follows -

0715 Parrot starts squawking and saying "hello" in 6 different voices in an attempt to lure me into taking the cover off her cage.

0745 Alarm goes off (nothing like BFBS radio to make you want to get up & turn it off! :lol: ), do all the usual bits to get ready for work

0815 Walk the 20 mins to work, come across friend (and ex house-mate) wandering down Main St barefoot & still drunk....and due in work very soon!

0835-1900 Work. Day spent watching the racing, joining in the banter & punting. Ok, so a little work is done too - someone has to holler for every favourite to get stuffed! :D Around 1630 much energy is taken up by calling Tom Doyle every name under the sun.

1900 Wander home in a good mood after a profitable & entertaining day.

1920-0000 Get home, talk to bird until she starts squawking then cover her up & ignore her. Watch the X-Factor (sad I know, but it's on in that period when I get home & just want to sit down & veg in front of the TV!) before switching to E4 to watch Wife Swap (compulisve viewing!) and two repeats of Friends, interrupted by a few planes landing/taking off (I live in an anorak's paradise - in sight of the runway of Gibraltar airport). Let the bird out to stretch it's legs (& wings... <_< ) for a couple of hours, light half a dozen scented candles and curl up on sofa with book (Dead Run by PJ Tracy - very good), vodka & lemonade & the Floyd's greatest hits on the hi-fi, marvelling at how I'd forgotten what a fantastic sound quality my system has. Enjoy my quiet night in & thank God I didn't promise anyone I'd go out.
 
Originally posted by Shadow Leader@Oct 16 2005, 12:59 PM
1920-0000 Get home, talk to bird until she starts squawking then cover her up & ignore her.
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Not too different from married life, then <_< <_<
 
I like cows!(sorry to hear of your loss Jules).....


I'LL be in COWES on the 29TH on ferry from Southampton then on to SHANKLIN for a dirty week end?????????????????????? :P :rolleyes:

up @ 5am drive to Southampton catch 10 am ferry.....

P.S. I love winding GEAROID UP!!! :D
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This Saturday:

07:00 hrs. Dog jumps on bed insiting I let him out for a wee

07:05 hrs Relent to dogs request.

07:30 Feed garden birds and the cat

08:00 On the PC

09:00 On the way to collect my Mum and my friend - we are off racing! Stop at Liddle Chef en route for Brekkie.

12:15 Park at Newmarket Racecourse :)

WE HAVE A GREAT DAY'S RACING!!!

17:15 Start the drive home

20:00 Pull up outside my house where boyfriend jumps in and we are off to the pub to discuss what happened during our respective days, tried the new menu in our recently refurbished local pub.

21:30 Home, make a fuss of the dog, play footie in the garden with the outside lights on

22:00 Cup of coffee, back on the PC, download todays photos

Midnight... BED!
 
After I started this thread and re-read it I thought it was a bit girlie. It's turned out to be very interesting.

The absence of Sexual Intercourse is not a surprise really, Col.!
 
Originally posted by Desert Orchid+Oct 16 2005, 02:04 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Desert Orchid @ Oct 16 2005, 02:04 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-Shadow Leader@Oct 16 2005, 12:59 PM
1920-0000 Get home, talk to bird until she starts squawking then cover her up & ignore her.
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Not too different from married life, then <_< <_< [/b][/quote]
:D :D :D
 
09.00 Get out of bed to get away from hung over other half who smells of alcohol.
09.05 Other half gets out of bed anyway. Put on kettle, make coffee.
09.15 Make another coffee.
09.30 Put bacon under grill, go to shop for RP and orange juice for hung over twiny companion.
09.40 Return from shop minus orange juice which they'd run out of (must have been a lot of hangovers, he'll have to make to with Lucozade Sport) to crispy bacon.
09.45 Eat bacon butties with another coffee.
09.55 Run bath for other half. Am I running after him too much?
10.00 - 13.00 Browse through paper, channel flick, bit of surfing and tidy kitchen.
13.00 Settle down to watch afternoon's racing.
16.00 Have bath, making sure out in time to watch 16.25 at Newmarket. Forget about watching the Rooster. Damn!
16.35 Dry hair, put on make up, get dressed.
17.30 Go to pub and drink.
19.30 Go to Indian Restaurant and have chicken shashlik and more alcohol.
21.30 Leave restaurant go to bar and have even more alcohol. Dramas involving short changing and lost mobiles.
23.00 Leave bar, bored and sick of dramas, and get taxi home.
23.15 Get in, have cup of tea, and bit surf on the net.
01.00 Go to bed.
 
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