forgot my internet stick on my way to the husband's five-a-side. i'm so pissed due to the fact that i brought along my netbook and i couldn't turn back to retrieve it due to time constraints. however it turned out i don't need it at all. can't take my eyes away from the lads' changing bags for a second. the bar is full dodgy-looking blokes. how can a deco-turf football facility be this petrifying for a thumbelina like me? all i can surmise is that the melting-pot community is far from cordial. seldom see chivalry in these shores. we're so the same, yet so different.
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