Thieves, and other scum

Yesterday started with so much promise. The sun had welcomed me to the day, my head was clear and my body felt like it could withstand a good rugby match. Still feeling the high of the great match played last week, I was eager to get back on the pitch and continue with the same level of play.

I arrived at the club to find one teammate there, and the entire opposition getting changed and starting to warm up. Not a great start, but Mods 2nd team are not known for their promptness or willingness to get a good warm-up/practice in. The majority of the team arrived shortly after me, we got changed and headed out. Nothing out of the ordinary so far.

The match went very well, and in true Mods form we set up a good lead in the first half then swiftly went to sleep and conceded two tries at the beginning of the second half. However, we soon woke up and bit back, earning a victory at home 38-15.

My elation at winning was flattened shortly afterwards, when I found that my wallet had been pinched from the changing room. What lowlife degenrate thinks that is acceptable? Taking things that aren't yours just because you can't be bothered to earn it, I really think useless shits like that deserve to be burnt and used as biofuel, so we can at least get some use out of them. It really put me in such a foul mood, and after I had cancelled my cards and reported it to the police, I drove to my girlfriend's house. En route, I was confronted with one of the blights of the road - a jumped up taxi driver that thinks he rules the road. He simply refused to get out of my way when he found me approaching him past a long line of parked cars. He seriously wanted me to reverse 30 yards to a point where he could pass me, instead of reversing himself 5 yards. Due to my current state of mind, I refused myself to move and far more vocally. He eventually moved up onto the pavement and gave me just enough room to squeeze past. Before that, I wound down my window and gave him a piece of my mind - probably more than he has of his own judging by the gormless look he had plastered to his face.

And of course, England gave a terrible performance for their final 6 Nations match. That pretty much tied up the day, one that had started with the promise of perfection. What a lie.