It’s been a weekend of park sporting exploits for me. Firstly, some intense Dodgeball action (in which I established a devastating partnership with a French aristocrat called Charles) in Hyde Park on Saturday, and then shin-kicking football in Regents Park on Sunday. It was probably a bit too hot for both and plus now I am sorely sore.
Having spent Saturday night in the pub being horrified by the tales of a secondary school teacher who works in Finsbury Park, I came home to one of my flatmates having a drug induced psychotic episode, the sound of which I mistook for frantic shagging. Amused, and perhaps a little aroused, I went to bed.
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