growing grumpy old man

Excuse me if I can't find any enthusiasm regarding another English football club falling into the hands of American owners.
Although not a Liverpool fan, I readily accept that Liverpool are not only one of the biggest clubs in England but without doubt in Europe. I don't want it to be owned by Americans. I'm amazed so many scousers seem pleased about it. The game drifts further away from it's roots.
I watched the cockpit video from the the tankbusters. I was amazed by the sheer incompetence shown by the Americans. Hope they're better at running a football club.

Whilst driving home from my night shift this morning I started to wonder why the very nice people from Birmingham City council don't make more box junctions. Can it be so expensive to paint yellow criss-cross lines across the junction? I got caught in a traffic jam in Stirchley where Carltand Road meets the Pershore Road, a box junction would have stopped it.
When I got up I went to buy some more tile adhesive for Tony to finish tiling the kitchen. In Kings Heath I again get caught in traffic at a junction which could so easily be a box junction.
Of course this theory to ease congestion does assume that a large number of the air heads who are allowed to drive cars these days can be educated on Section 150 of the Highway Code.
It did make me laugh a little when I heard Matthew Upson's calf injury will keep him sitting in the treatment room at West Ham for three weeks. As a season ticket holder at St Andrews last season I was one of the mugs paying his wages to sit on his arse all day. Now some Hammers fans get the pleasure of doing the same, but now he earns even more to do nothing. I'm one of the growing band of football fans who are developing a deep dislike of so called "professional" footballers. I won't be spending my cash paying any of their wages for quite some time me thinks! They need to learn some respect and loyatly towards the fans, and earn a lot less to get my respect back.
My mother phoned me this evening to give me the news I had been expecting, but dreading. My father was confirmed has having lung cancer. I always thougth the day would come. Smoking for sixty odd years is no good for the lungs. I thought I'd spent years preparing myself to accept such news. I found out I haven't. I'm not prepared at all. How does one prepare for losing one's father? I'm feeling upset, angry, and cheated all at the same time. Do they make yellow criss-cross lines that can stop tumours, please!

I'm not really sure why I'm starting this blog.
Perhaps there has been a fundamental change in the way I look at life lately.
At the age of 38 perhaps I'm becoming a grumpy old man already. I'm not sure if it is my age or just the way I have changed since I became a father.
The stresses and strains of everyday life seem to be greater these days, so perhaps it will prove to be good for me to let off some steam in the blogoshphere.