July!

July. By far the best month of the year. The month of my Birthday. Now I am going to be 16 so everyone knows what they can give me. The month of June has been a fairly big one. Finished Exams, Had the prom and after prom, got a job, lost a job, signed out of school and most importantly dossed.

Anyway sorry again for long delay between blogs. From now there will be know more delays. Today is dedicated to the teachers who have taught me at Winston.

Well on Monday the 5 a side team produced a sintillating victory to dispose of O'Wala team. That was after I cycled straight from Pirbright to GWP to get there on time. Tuesday was a phenomenal day and I got new clothes. I was very pleased with myself. Apart from the jeans that I acctually choose everything else was good. Then we got the bus to the Lye and went there.

Thursday involved a spectacular trip to the lido where time stood still as alex ware flew belly first into the pool. The whole pool watched as everyone followed in his footsteps. I got the bus to the station and the train to guildford. I hate public transport and buses in particular. Are all bus drivers tossers? I mean on my way to the station I'm trying to prove that i'm 15. I AM 15! So he gives me an adult ticket. This happened last week to so this time I stood my ground and thought this bus isn't going unless I get my child ticket. So he said he can refuse me entry to the bus if I don't get in. I hate buses. I hate bus drivers. Normally I don't mind trains but yesterday. Well. I was at guildford and it wouldn't go. So it was delayed for ages and ages while they got a new train. Then me and Sam got in the train and listen to my ipod and phone respectivly. Well because we were in the quiet zone we could listen to it. Luckily Woking was the first station so I got up and in the process of that bashed my head on a shelve. The whole carrige held in there laugh as much as the could until one man burst out laughing. Red faced I walked out and went home. Then it was off to Cobham. Thankfully the messiah Pete Knight waited for me and we went to Cobham. When I was told Pete wasn't doing the running this week I thought it would be good news. Good news until I found out Callum was doing it instead. After training many words come to mine. Knackered isn't really strong enough. Mega tired doesn't do it justice. Only one word can discribe how I was feeling and it began with F and ended with ED with part of duck inbetween.

On Saturday all eyes will be on the tennis. The pinicle of any tennis season. A sporting phenomem. The hottest ticket in town. Thousand will flock to watch. The Daily Mail describe it as: 'the match of the century'. The day I come out of retirement and play Chris Rousell. Dubbed by the News of the World as: 'Ground Breaking, Innovative and spectacular.' you can guarentee blood, sweat and tears. From Chris. In a Thirty Nine page preview pull out in the Daily Star the match up was described as 'The Clash of The Titans.' 'A battle of the blogs.'

JD X

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