MY WHOLE

BODY HURTS

On Monday it revealed to me that the immigrant school opens up the sports hall for a bit of footy on a Tuesday afternoon. My Nigerian friend Richard told me to come along if I wanted to. I said OK.

So we played football for about 2 hours. I scored a few goals, pretty much people walking in and thinking I was Lionel Messi, then walking out again.

The next day i woke up and had to slide out of bed like a snake, then I crawled to the toilet, like a crab.

That was wednesday, today is Thursday, and everything hurts even more.

Moral.

I am not Lionel Messi.

Finished London Fields by Martin Amis, very good, 5 stars would recommend great ebayer.

Halfway through Nabokov's Lolita. What an interesting book.

Something very courageous about it, they must have thought he was mad when he submitted it for publishing. Apparently though he did try to burn it once he had finished it, what a tragedy that would have been.