Went home early from work today, feeling like shite, blocked nose, sore throat and a voice like Pat Butcher and I don't even smoke anymore.
Pissed off because I'm skint, been charged £10 three days running for being overdrawn (yeah, cos that helps me get back in the black you twats) because housemates didn't pay me for bills on time and had a row in Barclays about it. Missed my train. Waited another 45 minutes in the cold at fucking Warrington Central. Not had anything to eat. Starving.
Got to Lime Street with a face like thunder and walked out to check the times to Wavertree. Who was standing there?
Only John Barnes! Digger looked like he was waving off his girls, three of them, don't know if they were all his daughters. Loads of fella's standing around pretending they weren't staring at him
Anyway, walked past casually, checking it was him, because he's certainly eating well these days and I wanted to be sure.
Smiled and gave him a nod as I caught his eye, he said hello and I got off just in time for my train.
I still feel like shite but I've cheered up a bit...fuck all those cold remedies and you can stick your Calpol, bumping into a Liverpool legend is the best way to brighten up your day!