try glasgow more

I have a football. I'm sure I can spare some time.

my football is a size 4.

no, the time of when we will play.

is 4 smaller, than the normal?

um. are schools back tomorrow?

1 size smaller.

I thought 5 was normal.

easter monday? I have no idea. www.google.com ?

easter monday? I doubt it then.

what time suits you? you call it.

I was just thinking that if schools are in, which I doubt it, then we'd have to play at 4, if we were to play on my park.

are we playing on my park? or elsewhere?

your park OK.

I dunno, like, 12? 1?

below my right shin hurts, btw.

yeah, 1? why not.

bring both your shins; I won't play otherwise.

you want a kick about

your chops.

the football park is on the first left off clarence drive.

first on the left, coming from hyndland road?

yeah, sorry.

I'll try bring a flatmate or two.

RJG plays: they only like you because you're nice
RJG plays: cathy's sister likes you, too
allycook96: like likes me likes me?
RJG plays: cook
RJG plays: you have no balls
allycook96: that is not answering the question. although it does, in a way
RJG plays: oh, shit
RJG plays: I just told her you have no balls
RJG plays: sorry
allycook96: what are you talking about?
RJG plays: lack of balls
RJG plays: cozen has a ball
RJG plays: he says it's smaller than is usual
allycook96: oh i see
RJG plays: no
allycook96: that's no good
RJG plays: I just added that to make sense out of none
RJG plays: it's a size 4
allycook96: no good
allycook96: just because cozen is small he needn't impose it on everyone

yes, he is upstairs.

fuck who.

I might wear shorts.

That's my schtick.

cook says 3, not 1?

Perhaps 2. Is anyone up yet?

not me.

my shin feels a little better but, now, my tummy hurts. thank goodness, I am still asleep.

you asshopper.

the closer to 1 the better, I think. 2?

well, we said that. Jesus.

i thought you were still talking about cozen's ball

2.

5.

We'll buy, since we must.

football rockist?

The best kind.

That's true.

I'm not playing, kids.

I hope these hockey kids leave the park in time.

there are contingency pitches.

I'm watching.

cozen should set up a webcam

so we can see his ball

we arrived, to find hockey, ongoing. I telephoned cozen to tell him I hated him and ask where he was. he said he'd seen my hair and it was okay and to continue to the gate. we got up, to their level, as they were being sent away, by the hockey mistress. cozen and two flatmates. we went to a tiny five-a-side (three-a-side) "pitch," which was being used by small people. we went to a bigger five-a-side (seven-a-side) "pitch," which was made out of concrete. ally told us that was where he had to smoke, so that they could film him. ally thought we could hear murdoch's music, from a window. ally wouldn't change his trousers. ally took his watch off. we played, three-a-side, until flatmate #2 (I think) fell (or was he pushed?) and onto glass and cut. flatmate #2 (I think) had to leave. with hyndsight, he should have gone to the pharmacy, after all. then we played cuppy doubles. the numbers said that it was cozen and me Vs. ally and richard 2, with flatmate #1 (I think) in goal. I was already going deaf, due to lack of fitness. cozen and I won. I think I scored two, of the five, but ally said he scored the last one. I had to lie down, on the grass, for a while. they played cuppy singles. ally was in goal and cozen was through and flatmate #1 (I think) was through and richard 2 was out. richard 2 and I sat on the wall. cozen and flatmate #1 (I think) battled. I think cozen scored a couple of goodies but my vision was a little blurred. despite this and despite that, flatmate #1 (I think) won out and scored his and the winner. by then, I had recovered, a little, and we all were standing up and keeping the ball up and, then, richard 2 had to leave but the four, of us, that were left, kept the ball up, a little longer. they were talking about real footballers and how they can kick the ball. some other people, people that we did not and do not know, arrived and we decided to get out. we walked up and onto hyndland road and, there we were, pizza magic. fifteen percent off, if you order online. cozen seemed to be recommending but was, soon, warning off: although they deliver to his flat (nine up, on queer street), he got food poisoning, from their food, once. "that's the magic," said I. "that's the pizza," said cozen. we parted company, at the start of queer street, and ally and I walked to hillhead underground station. a call, from nick, a message, for tracer. we saw a friend, on a large bicycle. he rang his bell, at us, and smiled, at us. on byres road, we saw a mongolian, that I know. I pointed at him, saying to myself "there he is," he smiled and then frowned, thinking to himself, perhaps, that I was saying "there he is," to ally. undergound, we got a train, eventually, and, three stops later, we had another hill to climb and song to sing. if only we could have stopped, for some food, but ally has too many friends. we talked about next week.

A good time had by all then. Except perhaps flatmate #2, and the Mongolian.

I watched the football.

RJG has finally given berth to his latent, inner Gertrude Stein.

a good time but I wonder if I will have a better time, when I do almost die.

you watched, from murdoch's flat?

crosspost, haha?

flatmate #2 played by sam.
flatmate #1 played by simon.
flatmate #2 played by cooke, the allegations say.
flatmate #2 fell, the other allegations say.
richard #2 played by richard.
flatmate #2 is OK, if a little wounded. not his pride, mind.

I enjoyed it.

I think my face may be the colour of my skin, again, now.

one day you'll see my new move and, then, your face will glow again.

it's called 'blue steel'.

Haha. Cozen is a little bit tasty. And not too shabby a 'baller.

Cook.

We were talking, on the way, about the exciting possibility of, one day, playing with the Nipper and the pf.

'berth'

'cooke'!

Steiner, outer.

Oxter?