7th June

Firstly I would like to welcome everyone to the Rolls Royce of blogs and enjoy today's spectacular feast of blog.

Today is dedicated to Amyyyyy the one and only pirbright girl. Also to Jack's jubblies

Today is the first edition in a series of articles by the little man himself called Jack's Jubblies. Read further for details.

I woke up this morning to a lot of noise. Lots of laughing and lots of talking. I was not having this and I went downstairs to see my Auntie and Uncle from Guensey had come. I didn't know they were coming and I had been woken up loud talking. So slightly grumpily I went to pour myself Cherrios and while talking I missed to bowl. My mood was worsening however when everyone went to town and I was all alone in my nice quiet house I was happier. Next I proceeded to beat Brad at fifa. I stunning performance from my Villa lads as I trounced Brad's Arsenal 3-1. Better was still to come. The enigma that is Akeel. With his glory hunting bunch of Man U dream team tossers and my little old normal villa team. Obviously I won however its not the winning its the rubbing it in. So much so Akeel could take no more a block me on msn. Mission accomplished. I think I might have got a little over confident and later suffered defeats to Webby on Pens and Bradley 2-0.

Today was my second adventure to Pirbright and this time it really was an adventure. The journey is perfect until the Brookwood traffic lights. Little old me and my bike were sitting in the road at the red light with cars all behind me. I pedaled away as fast as I could but as always these tosser drivers are so impatient so in a bad but bold move i slowed down. The next set of lights leading onto Cemetery Pales forces me to cut across the traffic so when I did I became even more unpopular with these drivers. Anyway I got onto cemetery pales in one piece but leaving cemetery pales in one piece would be another achievement. I cycled down the dead straight road with walls either side of me separated from the road by a small grass mound with dead people either side of me and cars flying past me at 50mph. It was scary and cars were literally inches away. I got to the picturesque Pirbright green and luckily for me I brought my A game, my boots, my gloves and shop money. Tom H, Ollie Fullbrook and Jacko just couldn't find a way past until... A moment of inspiration. Either that or he had drugs in his bag that he had just taken. Jack scored the most incredible goal I have ever seen. Ollie F smashed the ball in the air toward Jack who kneed the ball (Probably by accident) into the air then kicked the ball up and then smashed and unstoppable thunderbolt towards my goal. Who thought someone so small could do that. I thought the sun had got to me.

JACKS JUBBLIES
Today was a good day in fact, a great day. Whitby and the boys came down to the sleepy village of Pirbright, whitby was on form but could not stop some of the scintillators I was producing one in particular was the 30 yard volley that went top corner. Anyway that's enough of my spectacular volleys and onto more important matters. The wonderful village of Pirbright. My home village. Nothing happens in Pirbright. It's kind of boring. We have Pirbright green. The heartbeat of the village that has now been blessed twice by Whitby. This Saturday the sleepy village of Pirbright will come together in celebration. Of Hollywood Scarecrows. The Pirbright green is already in the shadow of Chewbaker and on Saturday a whole host of other celebrities.

Finally I must apologise for my unprovoked scathing attack on another blog yesterday.

JD X

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