My new routine means I do not get any time to do "normal" things like blogging. For my regular readers (and you are out there somewhere), you will know I am no longer working in London, but instead near Epsom. This means I am back to driving to work, four days a week for the first few weeks. The commute is around 1.5 hours each way, so a fair old drive, but I am catching up on all my podcasts, and have just finished a great story CD, so I am happy. This routine is fairly short-term I think since firstly, as I get to understand my new customer, I won't have to be at their offices as much, and secondly because within the next 4-6 months, the account will be moving to a Starfleet office much nearer to my home. Once that move happens, I will be in clover.
Now I am rather pleased with this next bit, since it also ties in to title, sort of. I want to mention the fine establishment of Portsmouth Football club, since we have had the title song sung at us a few times, along with a few other choice medleys. Over the last 4 years, we have experienced the highs (FA Cup Winners), and the lows. The lowest of the lows was only twelve days ago when the administrator, in what is now interpreted as a game of chicken, or sh!t or bust as we call it down South, announced that the club was twenty four hours from going bust. This piece of brinkmanship was done, so us commentators believe, to force one of our old owners to sign up to "the plan". Within a day the said owner had indeed signalled his intention to sign said "plan", and the club is saved.
Combine that good news with what we are achieving on the pitch, something that got a bit lost in the smoke for a while, then you have the best good news story a football fan could wish for. We simply cannot stop winning, and our squad, thin as it is, does seem to be really doing something special in the teamwork and togetherness department.
Now this may sound daft, but for me, I would like it to stay like this for a while. By that I mean I wish we could stay in the Championship for a couple more years, get stable, enjoy some success, and then look to get back in to the Premiership. However, money and ambition are kings, which means there is already talk of us getting in to the play-offs this year. I almost cannot bear the thought of going for promotion, again. This means us getting a larger squad, which means paying top dollar for better players so the squad is strengthened as well as enlarged, which means the wages will go up, which makes the stakes higher, then we get promoted, have to buy half a squad of Premiership players, wages go up, the stakes get even higher, we still only have a nineteen thousand capacity stadium, so our gate revenue remains that of a low Championship/high Div 1 club. Then, sometime in the future, when we are on our second or third owner, and the money is drying up, we get caught up in the same kind of mess from which we have just got clear. Now I am in the acceptance camp when it comes to the many cycles of life, but really, do I want to go through this again?
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