It's the little things

[jumperfucker]

According to S, I've been talking about rugby far too much lately (more offline than on). He says I'm starting to get boring and that I need to get it out of my system so I can shut up about it.

I guess the way of doing this is to go to a match on the ninth. That's Saturday next.


He's also said that this was a total spur of the moment thing, and he may decide not to go. So, Bill. You up for it in case he decides against it?

Comments

[mscontrarymary.livejournal.com]

He should be thankful you're not playing.

Months of mud all over the lounge, smelly men (not Mike) on the sofa drinking Stella Artois like it was classy and you constantly trying to warm your hands on me.

[jumperfucker]

Hey, your stomach was very warm.

[mscontrarymary.livejournal.com]

Not after you put those ice-blocks all over it! My poor tummy is still traumatised, I have to keep hot-water bottles on it to reassure it.

[not-thatbill.livejournal.com]

Mate, who do you think you're talking to?

I'm always up for it