ONE MINUTE, IT'S LOVE. AND SUDDENLY, IT'S LIKE A BATTLEFIELD.
Just came into the School Library after standing outside stoning in the direction of the field. They're at it again - they're there, proudly donning white shirts with the word 'SAINTS' spread across their backs, in black shorts, long socks & boots. They're kicking that circular black and white object we more affectionately know as a "SAINTS Girls' Soccer ball". They're haunting.
And what about the fact that I've to turn my face away, and into my Urban notes instead? Not cool.