Fotboll

This evening was pretty much a perfect football-watching experience. Man Utd beat another Italian team at Old Trafford (only 3-2 this time against AC Milan, rather than 7-1 against AS Roma a few weeks ago), and it was a really good game of football. But what I really enjoyed about it, was that I watched it with Dmytro. I think I mentioned him the other day, he's from Ukraine, and he reminds me quite a bit of Jon; he's Jon's age, in fact. It was nice because most of last year and all of this year at Canterbury, I've watched football on my own; football's so much better to watch with someone else who is as interested in it as you are. So I really appreciated watching it with Dmytro, eating a bag of crisps, drinking beer. OK, you know me too well - I wasn't drinking beer, I was drinking whisky. But he was drinking beer; beer needs to be drought at some point during football. Wait, no, it needs to be drunk. Why the hell did I say drought? Ooh, I know, it must be because the past tense of think is thought, so drink could be drought. I need to cut down on the whisky, maybe? Yeah, anyway, it was really nice, I don't have too many male friends, so it was nice to do something typically male.

In other news, my travelcard ran out today, meaning I've been here for a month now. Isn't that mad? Doesn't seem that long at all.