Saturday, 30th December.
My glorious solitude at home is now over - I came home this
morning to find that The Couple have returned. Oh well.
I met up with Damy at the pub and we watched Spurs' dismal
performance against Ipswich Town. How depressing. Then we were off
to Regent's Park for a kickabout.
Have I explained the Regent's Park kickabout before? Quickly,
then, here's the story. Damy organises a bunch of his mates to meet
up at Regent's Park and we have a short-sided game, jumpers for
goalposts, enduring image, isn't it? Often people will wander up
and join in - it's the done thing at Regent's Park.
There was still snow on the hard ground, and it was bitterly cold
(by my standards). We started off with five of us, then a bloke who
couldn't find his mates joined in for a little while. Then a group
of seven blokes rolled up and asked for a game. Matey found his
friends, leaving us with six-a-side. It was a strange experience,
the white ball sometimes invisible against the snow (we needed one of
those orange balls!) and the studs of my boots banging against the
Magic moment: me wearing my Carlton jumper! Not wearing my
Carlton Soccer Club top though. Carlton Soccer Club, and the folding
thereof, is not to be mentioned in my presence.
Now The Couple went out for dinner or something tonight, and I went
to bed before they got home. I awoke during the night due to a whole
lot of scrabbling about going on outside my door. Just as my eyes
opened Brendan came into my room and turned on the light!
"What's goin' on?" I croaked, eyes squinting. Brendan mumbled
something, then turned off the light and walked out, shutting the door
behind him. I figured he was very, very drunk and had forgotten that
this was now my room. I went back to sleep.
But not for long. I was woken again, then Brendan came through
the door and again turned on the light!
"WHAT?" I yelled.
"Oh, sorry Ian," he said, and turned off the light and walked out.
Shutting the door behind him.