Philippa is pressuring me to travel with her to Suffolk tomorrow. It’s her Annual Inter-Club Sports Club Bragging-Rights Bullshit Hoo-Hah Thingamijig and she wants me to go with her. She said having my support last year made a big difference to her and I’m a bit of a lucky charm. Trouble is, I hate the idea. I’ll get all turned on watching her bounce about on the badminton court, then she’ll ban me from having sex with her in case it affects her performance. I’ll be the least fit person there and I’ll spend three days feeling inadequate and fat and I’ll end up drinking and annoying people.
Thankfully I’m down to be working everyday, so I’ve got an excuse for not going. Although with Philippa away I’d like to take the opportunity to catch up on some serious film-watching, so I have a feeling I may be calling in sick.
Yes, I can feel one of my heads coming on already.
RC 24-10-13
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