Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Enoch Showunmi

There comes a point when a man takes stock of his surroundings, sips contentedly on his cup of tea (scald the vessel first), takes a bite of half a Viscount biscuit and says to himself:

"I have arrived."

For me, that moment came tonight, 64 minutes into Leeds United's workmanlike 1-0 victory over Darlington in the first round of this year's Rumbelows Cup.


adogwoof said...

That moment happens in maternity wards too (
or in swimming pools)

NaRocRoc said...

I find Viscount's to be remarkably overrated. That could be why you had the moment of clarity?

EW said...

"sips contentedly on his cup of tea"

Well, it's coffee for me, but apart from that I get where you're coming from.

Meadow said...

I am too polite to type 'soccer, yawn.' Oops, seems I did.

(And yes, I do just refer to it as soccer because it irritates you!)

Radge said...

AG - Splash.

NaRocRoc - No biscuit compares.

EW - I'm growing more and more impatient.

Meadow - Me? Irritable? Not at all. You must have me mixed up with someone else.

Meadow said...

Oh, phew, I'm glad as I was afraid to tell you that I stole all of your Viscount biscuits and gave them to the Man Utd boys with your love.