Where do I start?

As the title suggests, "where do I start". Two things are a major concern to me at the moment. One is, trying to sell my house and the other is Blackpool FC's premiership survival. Ok, you might say if that's all you got to worry about you're pretty damn lucky. I know, but it's still getting on my nerves. It's now 14 months since I put my house up for sale. Since then I've put the sale in the hands of on-line estate agents, high street estate agents and tried advertising it myself via numerous free on-line house sale sites. All have been unsuccessful, although my efforts alone did result in viewings unlike the so called professional outfits who produced b***** all. So, as a last resort I've put my house up for auction this Wednesday, April 20th 2011, starting at 2pm, with an auction house,  at a guide price of £130,000 to £140,000. This is considerably lower than I would have liked, but one has to be realistic in the present market. Having said that, now the auction is getting nearer the auctioneer is softening us up with the classic, "Oh we're worried that your property is not attracting the number of viewings we had anticipated, and suggest you reduce the guide price accordingly". Hang on a minute, this is the super confident bloke that turned up initially and proclaimed "we are the areas leading successful auction house and we'll sell it for you". It was him who set the original guide price. Is everyone associated with selling houses, be it the ones I've already mentioned together the financial advisers, mortgage lenders, surveyors, solicitors and some I can't think of right now, in it together to rip-off ordinary house owners like myself? Because it damn well feels like it is. Everyone of them has or will  get some money out us in one form or another during this long drawned out process. So, keep your fingers crossed for me this Wednesday and hope I can finally get things moving with getting the house sold.

Right, second on my list, Blackpool FC. God, why couldn't I have been born an Arsenal, Chelsea or United fan instead of nailing my colours to the tangerine mast. If you've read any of my previous ramblings you would have realised the Seasider's results since the start of the new year can only be described as disappointing. Yesterday we plunged to greater depths of despair by losing

3-1 to a Wigan side who were lying at the bottom of league prior to this home game. I did something I've not done before, I left the ground at half-time, because I felt self harm coming on or worst still harm to my fellow fans sitting within reach of my clenched fists if I continued to watch this one-sided match. My plight wasn't helped because my season ticket seat is now located in the sunshineless south stand, which is made worse by the fact we were transferred from the sunny north stand when the club re-organised the home fans seating arrangements. The result would have been slightly more bearable if we had gone down fighting, but we capitulated soon after the start. We never expected the ride to be easy after years of languishing in the lower leagues, but to see the total lack of effort by players who were only a few months ago being praised for their style of entertaining football was very hard to take. Even worse was seeing the opposing fans jumping up and down goading us with chants such as "we're s**** but we're beating you". I am writing this 24 hours later and yet I am still hurting. Like I said earlier being a Pool fan is never easy. Newcastle up next and a hell of a lot of hard work to put in before then. Come on Ollie, get it sorted.