Leisure

It may have been the Lord's day but the time and the place were ungodly: 7:15am on a Sunday, sniffing crusted-up spunk and stale vomit outside the Camel Bar. Those fine ladies that walk the night were still flitting about, greeting the forces of Leisure as we arrived. Their faces reminded us of dropped mince pies, sparking a hunger for the bus ride.

8th May 2011 I awoke early from the bright hot sunshine striking my picturesque physique at about 6am. Alarm hadn't gone off, so I went back to sleep for the remaining 30 minutes. The normal alarm went off, so I tried to ignore it. Unfortunately the kids were more keen to go to cricket than I was an immediately rushed me in bed to drag me out for the first Leisure game of the season. No sleep, so time to exact revenge for my lack of sleep on the poor unfortunate souls that play for The Team That May Not Be Named.