Wherein There Is A Seasonal Blog Post About Football

We're sitting in a darkened room.

The remaining nachos lay discarded, unwanted, on the table in front of us.

Through the stereo comes music which is angsty and painful and, if I were to listen to the lyrics properly is probably about kidnapping people or some other such light hearted matter.

And then -

"The thing with England is - they're like a boyfriend you dump because they're unfaithful and unreliable and then, months later, you see them again and forget all about that until you're back in a relationship with them. And then you remember - but by now you're stuck in a one sided, abusive relationship".

I look in the bottom of my glass.

It's been a long evening.