statue

hello there

inexplicably and most decidedly unintentionally it is so that, i think, every year i bring you images of a statue what has been put outside of a football stadium. or, if you like, a stadium what is ostensibly used predominantly for football, look you see, but other things may happen there. yes, for clarification, by that i mean proper football, and not that (admittedly hugely enjoyable) variation of the game what our friends in America use the term for. 

perhaps i am mistaken, and it would not be the first time for me to be so, but i believe this is the southern most statue i have ever presented images of here. this, at the least, would be in terms of images i have taken, and relies a lot on you, dear reader, having a conventional understanding - acceptance, even, of how one defines south. 

several, in fact many, i would suggest, would hardly need me to give any sort of clarification here. but, yes, for the sake of completeness, this is indeed the statue of Sir Alf Ramsey what one can find on Sir Alf Ramsey Way, a street running by the surprisingly easy to access stadium where Ipswich Town Football Club perform their art (play matches). going further, to this day, or as of publication, Sir Alf remains considered England's greatest ever football manager, for he is the only man appointed to the job what has won a trophy, being famously the World Cup in 1966. plucky young (as of yet not knighted as such) Gareth Southgate may challenge the title, but for now, no. 

what, exactly, was i doing down in Ipswich, and for that matter how come i ended up in the presence of this statue? mostly verk reasons. as in, exclusively. quite by chance and accident, default rather than design, what is expected of me in verk took me right next to the stadium. knowing as i do how Dad, and a few others, like images off of my employed adventures, i could not help but take advantage of my location and circumstance for a few pictures. so yes, coming up is the obligatory "selfie". 

not really sure who, if anyone, would actually wish to see me, but there you go, an update on how i presently look, or at least did in the early stages of December of this year (2021). that does indeed appear to showcase a receding hairline, rather like what happened with Bruce Willis, and i am certain that i am getting a bald patch at the back. at the least it is a thinning out as decent as it can be case like what Prince William has, and not the ridiculous looking one what him, the short one off of Pointless, crudely showcases under studio lights. 

did i have a preference for my hair going knacked, or went f****d? yes, in retrospect. i think, mostly, it would have been smart if it went that "crown" kind of bald thing like what Agent Skinner out of X Files had on the go. should it have gone that way, then i probably would have even gone and got some new glasses (spectacles) frames like what he had on, and try to look compassionate yet stern in discussing looking for aliens or similar. 

at a guess, though, i suspect mostly anyone reading this would be a lot more interested in seeing the statue of Sir Alf than reading musings on the vanity subject of my hair, so there you go, another picture of it above. which, granted, you probably saw before reading this. 

certainly it is so that no, at this stage, i know not where it is that verk or other adventures may take me next. that's the fun of it all, really. but yes, with good fortune, luck or even fate, should i remain a thing of existence, then most decidedly i shall seek the chance for further images of football statues as i go.

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!