Just looking at the weather forecast for the cricket Sunday, cloudy and warmish, perfect for my bowling, I feel wickets heading my way..... think I may bat at 11 if its a bowlers day..

You may have noticed I have been a tad grumpy, no? what planet have you been on?????
well today I had the perfect opportunity to grumble, BT buggered me phone, I could not make outgoing calls, so I called them, and spoke to some young man who was notin the least helpful, so I insisted on speaking to his supervisor, to which he said he would check to see if she was available, and she was, no joy with her, I could feel the red mist descending so I asked to speak to her line manager, to which she told me she did not have one, this woman though I was daft so I asked again, again she said she did not have one, so I asked who does she report to and she told me so I asked to speak to them instead, I pointed out I needed to talk to someone who knew there bottom from their elbow (kept it clean Big Bruv gets upset) she told me that sho could arrange this and that he would phone me with in 24 hours, well within an hour she was back and the problem was solved....I knew i was saving it all up for someone!

I note that at the Olympic Site they found a WWII bomb, now its a shame I did not know about this at the time, I would have made contact and asked them to move the bomb to a church tower in Stratford which is an eyesore and frankly could do with the old Boom treatment!!!

I am still mildly grumpy, think its the job thing still annoying me or me just realising I am getting old.......
We have a Cricket match this weekend, we are playing in Eltham, at the ground my late Dad used to play at, I have some pics of him outside the pavilion there, so it will be nice to play there and do well! Apparently my Uncle told me some time back he was a left arm spinner, a bit like my son, and somewhere I do have a player of the year trophy of his, so he was not bad then, sadly he died when I was about 18 months so I never got to know him or see him play, what a shame....
I had a sports massage yesterday, apparently i have tight spot in my bowling arm,its the coracobrachialis muscle that is tight, its used to draw the arm forward and inward, which is important for my bowling action, well I was told that after the massage it would feel stiff...and I have located the said muscle, very easily this morning as it is as stiff as hell... may have to get a massage to relieve the stiffness!!!!

Busy weekend ahead for me, young Finch is at home, and we are off to Bas Vegas during the day Saturday for me to record a 30 second promo for my show, a family BBQ in the late afternoon and godson's in the evening then Sunday its cricket for me and young Finch.... so all in all a busy one.... I have just seen the weather forecast for Sunday and it looks dry and warm, but you never know with a 5 day forecast, it is always a movable feast!

I have just been watching Grumpy Old Men, more and more I am agreeing with them and realising how old and crotchety I am becoming, I may have blogged about this before, but thats a sign, forgetfulness, another sign according to the programme is hair not growing where you want it, but appearing where you don't, I have hairy ears and a hairy nose and a receding hairline which includes what I describe to my son as my 'crown' which in reality is a bald spot, I have been known to wander around with my flies undone, without realising and frankly without caring. I also throughly enjoy a damn good grumble at someone poor unsuspecting sod, these poor people do not deserve to have the Finch ranting at them, but again I could not give a dustman's fart, I need to grumble and grumble I will! I even offered to grumble on behalf of Out of Hours Doris, until I realised that the people she wanted grumbling at were actually operating correctly, so as yet today I have not properly grumbled and therefore I feel deprived, It got so bad last summer I ranted at a Police Officer whilst watching the Tour De France, no hang on the officious twit deserved that, so that was a justified rant, mind you in my mind all the rants are justified, so if you are hanging around anywhere near this grumpy old sod tomorrow, be warned, I need a rant!
Right thats it I am going to regress into my childhood.......again

To the buggers that said no!

The world has gone barking mad, I have just been asked to feed Out Of Hours Doris's virtual dog, who is called Pete, eats too much and likes to have his belly rubbed.....
The world has gone mad.

Grrrr Have had a phone call and did not get the job, found out yesterday, but I went and hid in my cave, which I tend to do when annoyed. Actually to be honest I am not so much annoyed, more really disappointed, for as long as I can remember I have wanted to work on a large radio station, I know I was on Time FM, but it was small fry compared to the one I just applied for, so one of my dreams has just shuffled off into the sunset...

Right so at the Weekend we went to Twickenham to see the Premiership Final, and Wasps won, the catering was excellent, many thanks Out of Hours Doris, and I did my best to empty the food bag which was vast!
Forgotten what I did Sunday now, bugger, must be my age...
Yesterday was in my cave being old grumpy bollocks, and today I am humanish depsite tangling with a jobsworth who seemed to be hung up on the fact I was 2 minutes late, 2 minutes for goodness sake, wanted to point out to this woman that she was in need of a life and possibly a lobotomy but decided against it, so instead got home and let it all out to Out Of Hours Doris on the phone, who was annoyed about her issues with BT, but when we got to the bottom of the matter I could see BT's point, and I told her so, so thats me out of the cave and probably into the Doghouse...
Thanks to Commando girl who last night suggested I fart in the general direction of the radio station the spurned by talents, so I will, but I will need someone to cough loudly for me!