Morning After

The morning after super Sunday and lots of leftovers, people who wake up with a bad head in a strange place. They all looked a bit delicate so it was up loud with the radio and lots of shouting at them. But the best was a guy who was wearing a girl’s blouse several sizes too small in a nice shade of lilac, the first thing he said was” don’t say a word” but he then went on to tell me that he had got into a fight and had his tee-shirt ripped off. Or that’s what he told me anyway, wonder what his mum thought when he walked in wearing it.