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If I had known the tickets were going to be £26 then I wouldn't have let my overdrawn-self be talked into rushing down to Southampton on a storm-ridden Wednesday evening after work in order to watch Reading attempt to play football. Unfortunately I did not know this little fact until after the tickets were purchased, and so last night myself, icemachine, Steve, Kevin and Mike headed down the M3 and despite getting rather soaked and despite it being a lonnnnnng way to go for a 0-0 draw we had a good old laugh and a good night.
So tired today, and I've totally fecked up my knees. As it was thundering down with rain when we emerged into the night after the game we ran(*) back to the car, and although everything seemed fine at the time, when I woke up this morning I couldn't bend my knees more than a couple of inches without them feeling as if they were being prised out of their sockets with a burning hot spatula. Oohyafucker. I've made a superhuman effort to even get into work today and will be collecting an award commemorating my inspirational achievement later on this afternoon.
(* I use the term 'ran' in it's loosest possible non-athletic sense)
So tired today, and I've totally fecked up my knees. As it was thundering down with rain when we emerged into the night after the game we ran(*) back to the car, and although everything seemed fine at the time, when I woke up this morning I couldn't bend my knees more than a couple of inches without them feeling as if they were being prised out of their sockets with a burning hot spatula. Oohyafucker. I've made a superhuman effort to even get into work today and will be collecting an award commemorating my inspirational achievement later on this afternoon.
(* I use the term 'ran' in it's loosest possible non-athletic sense)