Sunday Shining

Today, after retriving my handbag from down the side of the fridge, I was delighted to notice an invitation to Sunday soccer. Although I am far and away the worst soccer player as well as often being the laziest and most hungover I always like the chance to show just how crap I am on the field of a weekend. Also, I find the way my friends treat me like a slightly retarded younger sibling while in the game somehow soothing in the grand scheme of things.



Riding my creaking bicycle home I found myself reflecting on the night before and how it was that even after you call someone a man-whore they'll still put out for you. Strange times.