Being a little bit old skool, well just old I suppose, TLF is still a fan of the paper-based recording of planned activities. This means there is always the annual diary, which is filled in the minute a new outing or commitment is booked. Then there are the monthly calendars; one in the kitchen, one in the study and one at work (now having to share with study calendar), all filled in for the month ahead on the first day of the new month. Hey, don’t mock, everyone needs a routine.
For the last 14 weeks the diary has accumulated a series of big black Xs as the regular TLF activities of football, theatre, gigs & meals out fell by the covid wayside. The calendars’ monthly pages are rows of blank weeks occasionally punctuated with black humour in the form of, “F%UCK ALL”, “NUFFINK” and “EVEN MORE F%CK ALL” in capital letters.
But at long last, there is a genuine reason, well 92 reasons actually to take the top off the felt tip pens again.
The TLF diary is festooned with a complex colour coded system to differentiate between essential Lesta games (i.e. all) and non-essential West Ham games (i.e. all) and the allocated broadcaster for every one of those premier league fixtures that will be crammed into the next six weeks.
The last game TLF watched on TV and in fact the last Premier League fixture was a suitably satisfying 4-0 for the Mighty Foxes on March 9th.
That’s a blooming long time as far as TLF is concerned and represents a whole 14 weeks not stressing about my team (yes I know if it was normal the season would have finished in May but you get my drift), multiple match days not ruined by VAR, 14 weeks of not needing to hide behind a cushion during some woebegone defending, multiple hours not having to sulk after a Foxes defeat and no energy required to partake in negotiations with Mr TLF re what comes first; football on TV, non-footballing television items or quality time together.
Blimey.
Maybe things haven’t been so bad after all.
Restart Fox