Sunday, April 29, 2007

Sugar, We're Going Down

For a combination of reasons, at around 12 minutes past 3 on Saturday afternoon we found ourselves in a cheese shop in Wensleydale.

We sampled Wensleydale with blueberries and Wensleydale with ginger and Wensleydale with optimism as behind the counter the Saturday boy fiddled with the dial and attempted to tease an audible Radio Five out of the crackle and distortion. We left the cheese shop in an unsustainably positive frame of mind.

For tea it was Wensleydale with ashes and the bitter taste of defeat.

Sometimes I wish I could’ve grown up into one of those people who grow out of football.


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