You brown nosing set of bastards.
Had a shit three months tbh, i picked up a bastard of a chest infection that fucked my lungs up and at one point my blood oxygen levels were so low i was going to be admitted to hospital. I was set to go to the milan derby pre-xmas, and had decided to make an adventure out of it, flying into geneva, having an evening there, catching the trans alpino to milan, watching atalanta v. juve and th emilan derby, and then catching the train from milan to paris and flying home from paris. All booked and paid for, and due to some scrotes stealing cabling at sheffield, my train was delayed and it all fell through.
I then went to the dordogne for new years, and was walking up a steep hill to look at a chateau on new years day and had chest pains, dizziness and sickness. Ended up in brieve hospital with a suspected heart attack. They did the tests and it wasn't however, since then, i've been in and out of hospital with a fucked heart. Eight trips to A&E. Ended up having a radial coronary angiogram. The plumbing appears to be okay, but the fucker is beating like a stopped clock. Funny rhythms and dizziness. The last test i had was a 24hr heart monitor, which i'm waiting the results of. £2.5k it's cost me so far in consultants & tests, and the fuckers from brieve have billed me for e250, which i thought i'd escaped.
In the interim, i managed to squeeze in Monaco v. PSG. Flew liverpool to nice and stayed in a hotel near the station, nothing fancy, but well located and good value. I went with a couple of mates, so decided to fly into monaco on the afternoon of the game by helicopter. Took about 10mins, but was ace mons. First time i've been to the principality, and it wasn't much to write home about to be honest. Mooched about until the game. Monaco has two harbours, and there is a pub on the smaller one where the monaco ultras go. Got there just as the police tol dthem to stop serving. Had a brief chat with a few of them, pissed up and good natured, but about 50 robo cops turned up and we fucked off. They'd got all the gear on and a few had what looked like rubber bullet guns/tear gas launchers. As we walked to the stadium another 20 or so of the fuckers came jogging passed us towards the pub, in the same gear. I don't know what they were expecting. Saying that there were loads of PSG fans knocking about. Very odd stadium and it appears to have been designed not to look like a stadium from the outside. It's sat tight on a road and a block of flats. The stadium has got fuck all facilities and everyone had to make do with portaloos. Loads of PSG in the home section and no one appeared to give a fuck when they scored. Very poor game, finished 1-1 but it lacked any real intensity or passion. Monaco are a level below PSG, who themselves aren't any great shakes. The left back for monaco, kurzawa looks like he could step up a few levels.
All the trains stop at 10pm and the match didn't finish until 10:30pm, so i booked a mini bus back. Fuck me, i'll never complain about traffic in Sheffield again. It took two hours to get back to nice. We spent about an hour in a succession of tunnels, that looked like they'd been cut by prisoners from a german pow camp. Then it took ages to get up the steep hill out of the place and onto the motorway. Horrific.