8.30pm. The weekend’s officially
over for some like me. Monday and the week ahead looms. The TV drones softly in
the background. A football match in progress. I look up to check, Barcelona
playing Valencia. Now keep glancing up, as I love the way Barcelona play
although I am a Real Madrid fan. It’s been a day filled with sports. Starting
from Para Olympics to the Belgian Grand Prix, Liverpool playing Arsenal, then
Manchester United playing at Southampton. Now the Spanish league. Feel guilty I
have been missing prize fighter and the boxing.
Random thoughts speed basing
through my head. As usual in my sports socks, sarong, Odel SL tee, and Redskins
hoodie wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth, all of course enhanced by the smoke I
had not too long ago.
Although my whole body feels
completely and totally relaxed, I get the sudden urge to call a friend, jump in
the car, meet at R & B, play a game of pool, finish a bottle of Jameson’s
and get home past midnight. Officially passing midnight means I have
successfully managed to start Monday slightly inebriated. The best and I
believe the only way to be completely in readiness for another week of drudgery
looking forward to Friday night and the weekend.
But I am in England. In the stix.
It’s cold and drizzling slightly. You can’t wiz around drunk and stoned here.
Most importantly, R & B really exists in my imagination. Far away in a land
called Sri Lanka, the Paradise Isle.
One of the most fucked up countries
in the world, but to simple me, the Paradise Isle.
Have a better week everybody!
