22/05/08 - New Man
I didn’t make the trip down to the Capital at the weekend at Jenny’s request (she didn’t want to spend her birthday at The Stoop – how bloody unreasonable).
I also missed a match for the sake a girl I’d just started dating in 2003 (a big win at Halifax which I was forced to follow surreptitiously via SMS). That seemed like a good idea at the time, but the relationship ended up going very much like Peter Sharp’s tenure at Hull. It started brilliantly, reaching a highpoint after a few months, before an alarming loss of cohesion leading to a year or so of struggle. Renewed promises of good times around the corner never materialised, and the parting was ultimately inevitable. Was it all worth it, I still ask myself?
Still, two matches sacrificed in five years; never let it be said that I’m not completely selfless and thoughtful.
