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ok, i'll be honest, i have a manbag. i cannot live without it. it carries memory sticks, a small pair of binoculars, my phone, my wallet, the book i'm reading, 3 sets of keys, glasses (2 pairs), USB cable, a game and (que reason for apology) my camera.
despite the score, i enjoyed last night’s game against the cow bell, chainsaw hookers. the blue team played much better than the score would suggest. so unlike a few of the fair weather blue peeps, i decided to head to the fence and say "good on yer" to those worthy souls.
on the way i said something along the lines of "it would be charming to get a picture of you and mr sharp standing next to each other" to my partner. she then failed to hear the rest of the statement along the lines of "but we can't because if you jump the fence and stand next to him, our penalty based society will cut your legs off for pitch invasion".
so we arrived at an exhausted, truly spent mr sharp, being a truly good soul talking to his admirers. i ask him "can you sign my game menu?". "sure" he says dripping on us both from on high.
then "she" says "can i have a picture with you?" "sure" says our friendly giant. I did not, in any way, expect this. i think the term "a passing comment" must have gone on holiday to the full moon that was out that night. I'm unprepared and surprised.
i'm so sorry mr sharp. i spent a geological age ferreting in the damn bag trying to find the camera. you were so patient with me.
You’re a top bloke.