Friday night is the last game of the football season. It is a tremendously sad time for me because it means at 9pm or so Friday the 28ths of August I am going to have nothing to distract myself until sometime in April next year. I am one of the lucky few people who holds a season ticket for one of the football teams which play out of my city. The more successful football team, the team with a penchant for off field misdemeanors and taste for illicit substances. Holding a season ticket is wonderful, because it means every two weeks during the season I get to go and sit crushed in with 40,000 other people and watch live sport. It was wonderful until this year.
There is a family who sits in front of us, a small angry looking man, his large fat blonde wife, their attractive early 20's daughter and their teenage son. Their daughter doesn't go to many games and in her place comes one of the teenage son's friends. This season this family has been souring my football watching experience. Those who know me, who really know me, know that I enjoy throwing around charges of bestiality against a certain dog owner I know. These charges are mostly baseless but there are a few incidents which have made me wonder. Would I swear to the charges under oath? No but I wouldn't be surprised if it did turn out that I was correct. However I would be quite prepared to swear that this small angry little man is being cuckolded by his teenage son's friend. If he isn't already it is only a matter of time. Maybe this is why the man looks so angry, having to sit there while some kid flirts incessantly with his wife for three hours? All I ask is he get his shit together and stop this because I am getting sick of it. My sense of propriety is being offended, I am a gentleman damn it and shouldn't have to endure this kind of sordid behaviour.
My collection of 19th Russian literature is growing. It is up to a staggering nine books with more on the way in the post. What started a phase has turned into a full blown obsession. There is something about a 700 page novel which is hard to resist. I bought War and Peace today and I am a little intimidated by it I will admit, but I feel I am up to the challenge. Jesus knows when I am going to read it though, I already have 15 books in front of it.
Enough of this silliness.
