I've just come back from a hockey match, played in just about the worst conditions I've ever experienced on the sporting field. Rain, wind and cold were all maxed-out, with me standing virtually immobile in goal, feeling the icy tendrils of pneumonia gnawing at my bronchi. It was to the relief of all concerned that the game (which had begun to resemble water-polo more closely than field hockey in its closing stages) was called off after twenty minutes, by which time we'd already conceded three unanswered goals.
I remember thinking to myself: "This is the worst thing ever".
i.e. mark grout otm.
― You've Got Scourage On Your Breath (Haberdager), Friday, 17 November 2006 17:36 (nineteen years ago)