For a moment yesterday we become 'one of those people'. Usually we play competitive football of a Sunday, but due to only having one game left and a pre-booked pitch, Seb, Bernie, Paul & I decided to have what is commonly known as a kickabout. But when there's only 4 of you you have to make up the numbers somehow. And we had to be the ones making up the numbers by luring a load of Arabs and Kosovans into a game with our pre-booked pitch.
The problem is that having invited loiterers to play for us on a number of occasions, we should know full well that a) loitering around parks for a game is the lowest form of past time,and b) loiterers are undoubtedly terrible at football, because they can't get into a team.
I swore I would never ask to join a game, but we had to do it yesterday and for that I am slightly ashamed.
Saying that, that's how we met Leon.
P.S. I must add that this isn't the most exciting thing that happened in my life in the last 2/3 weeks. But the other important things are private, I won't write about them here, namely:
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Hopefully these things will be public knowledge soon. Meanwhile I will work on my next film, if only my muse can be available for shooting. Those are technical terms.
