Rugby

I had a good day yesterday. I knew that the Kings Cross Steelers' 1st & 2nd teams were both playing at home. I had hoped to get to their ground for 13:00 when the first match was starting, but I didn't make it until an hour later, when I saw the 2nd team complete their match with a strong win. The 1st team then played on the pitch nearest the clubhouse (much better), so I popped in to get a pint to enjoy in the blazing sun while I watched.
I got chatting to a couple of new people, and spoke briefly to PJ. The 1st team lost, but it was a good match, despite the few punches thrown.
I stayed for a few more drinks in the clubhouse. They had their usual drinking ceremony, where 3 of the players stand on chairs and down a pint of beer with Baileys in it as fast as possible. One of the guys, a newbie, had 2 pints (1 for being a newbie and one for being player of the match). He was the slowest drinker, obviously not used to this type of drinking, and threw up a bit in an empty glass (which was quickly put back in his pint). He then threw up the whole pint into another glass. One of the coaches, and former player (whose name I don't know) grabbed the unfinished pint and drank it all, without realising that it had vomit in it, at least until his mates told him. Disgusting, but funny when he realised.
There were about 4 guys there who I was really attracted to, but I didn't get to talk to any of them. It didn't matter though as I had a good afternoon and topped up my tan in the process.

It wasn't until I got home, at about 19:00, that I realised the money that I had spent was my last few pounds and had been earmarked for paying my Lotto syndicate subs. Oops. Luckily Mike has kindly agreed to pay a tenner for me until I can get some money to him next weekend.

I now have £5 to last me until Friday, including feeding me. I should be able to cope, but it's not a good feeling having to limit myself so much. I need a new job, with more money, it's getting desperate now.