Hello, I'm Colin Wood aka Woodo (a football nickname that's stuck for more years than I can shake a stick at) and this blog will be an extension of the ramblings I post on Twitter regarding life, love, and basically old men still trying to play football in their late middle age.
Anyway, the purpose of this introduction is to inform whoever is bored enough to read this blog a bit about who I am and basically what the f**k this nonsense is all about.
Ok then, here we go... I'm 54 (mental age 22), married to a blond, blue eyed Essex Girl know as "The Mink." I have twins from a previous marriage (and there's been a few...) and my day job is a Business Consultant however, I do have a secret ambition to become a scriptwriter which, while it appears to be a rather exciting hobby it is in fact bloody hard to fulfil as the day job tends to get in the way, still I persevere with my current "project" and hope one day (before I get my bus pass) I'll get it taken up by Channel 4 or BBC2 or The Rayleigh Amateur Operatic Society...
Now this brings me nicely onto what, and who, I'm writing about. Despite my "advanced" years I still manage to play football in the second division of the Southend Borough Combination Veterans League (SBCVL for short) where it's supposed to be a nice sedate game of organised Sunday league football for old bastards. Hah, no f**king way José, it can get damn intense and you see some pretty tasty tackles flying about... Well of course you do, all of us in the SBCVL take it seriously and if you're gonna suffer three days of post match aching with a risk of becoming addicted to Nurofen+ then you're not turning out for a Sunday morning stroll are you?
My little story is set here in the present, interspersed with a few excursions into the past (mine to be precise along with the guys I used to play football with long ago), as my script explores the joys of playing veteran league football and where some of us (maybe all) that still play are trying to recapture lost youth and prove we're not "Passed It" (as in Past it... Heh, geddit, see what I did there???).
With this blog I'll also try to entertain the odd visitor with some hopefully amusing comments on the current shit we're all living with and delve back into nostalgia, looking fondly at how fings used to be in the good old days (oooh, I sounded like my dad a bit there...).
Right then, that's all for now as I've got to do some proper work to do so I'll leave you with this thought... why does hair growth increase in the ears and up the nostrils when you hit forty (and not just with men either)?
Speak soon,
Luv
Woodo
Anyway, the purpose of this introduction is to inform whoever is bored enough to read this blog a bit about who I am and basically what the f**k this nonsense is all about.
Ok then, here we go... I'm 54 (mental age 22), married to a blond, blue eyed Essex Girl know as "The Mink." I have twins from a previous marriage (and there's been a few...) and my day job is a Business Consultant however, I do have a secret ambition to become a scriptwriter which, while it appears to be a rather exciting hobby it is in fact bloody hard to fulfil as the day job tends to get in the way, still I persevere with my current "project" and hope one day (before I get my bus pass) I'll get it taken up by Channel 4 or BBC2 or The Rayleigh Amateur Operatic Society...
Now this brings me nicely onto what, and who, I'm writing about. Despite my "advanced" years I still manage to play football in the second division of the Southend Borough Combination Veterans League (SBCVL for short) where it's supposed to be a nice sedate game of organised Sunday league football for old bastards. Hah, no f**king way José, it can get damn intense and you see some pretty tasty tackles flying about... Well of course you do, all of us in the SBCVL take it seriously and if you're gonna suffer three days of post match aching with a risk of becoming addicted to Nurofen+ then you're not turning out for a Sunday morning stroll are you?
My little story is set here in the present, interspersed with a few excursions into the past (mine to be precise along with the guys I used to play football with long ago), as my script explores the joys of playing veteran league football and where some of us (maybe all) that still play are trying to recapture lost youth and prove we're not "Passed It" (as in Past it... Heh, geddit, see what I did there???).
With this blog I'll also try to entertain the odd visitor with some hopefully amusing comments on the current shit we're all living with and delve back into nostalgia, looking fondly at how fings used to be in the good old days (oooh, I sounded like my dad a bit there...).
Right then, that's all for now as I've got to do some proper work to do so I'll leave you with this thought... why does hair growth increase in the ears and up the nostrils when you hit forty (and not just with men either)?
Speak soon,
Luv
Woodo
apparenly I was bored enough...
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