So yesterday on the train back in the evening, I read that the capital is expected to be buffeted with blustery conditions - gusting winds, torrential icy rain, sleet. Pretty poor in other words.
So, I ask myself, just why was I playing football in this? For what obsessive pride or point to prove was I running around in this?
It's beyond me.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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