my calf is screaming

not only did the 1.5 hour touch game with the hampstead guys kill my legs today (although it must be said that playing with guys really can help to take your game up to a whole new level), on the way home i also had to listen to this otherwise nice old man sitting next to me on the bus complaining to me about the increasing debauchery in london. so when he asks me if i was born here because he detects an accent in my voice i just nod dumbly. nothing more to say. then i get off the bus and try to cross the road, there's a car coming and it's a red man light but i figure i can cross in time anyway, so i do. the driver had his window down and he shouts "fuck you!" back at me. i was stunned of course. but also angry. i had enough physical pain to worry about, without needing some jerk on wheels to make things worse.

on the plus side, in the team that i was playing touch with, there was a really fit guy.. almost gavin-hensonish with his dark brown hair, deep tan and general build.

*drool*

hahaha.

i'm definitely training again with hampstead next week. unfortunately only 4 women - including me - turned up today. what a shame.