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But he looked worried. He looked down. Even I could see that through the semi-drunken haze I was in, through the haze of the poorly lit bar.


So this man was right. But in contrast to me, he was clean, clean shaven, short haircut, wearing a nice suit and tie, CLEAN CUT. Sharp. Neat

But close. I looked like someone with no job, a drunk, no money no prospects, nothing to lose. Well I suppose I looked like I was. Not good

I should explain that. I looked a wreck. Tired, I guess. Dirty? Maybe. Unshaven. Shitty clothes. Needing a hair cut. Down and out? Not quite


But he sat down at the table and started talking quietly to me. "Do you want a job? You look like you might need a job. Some work for money"


I thought maybe he might want a game of pool, or that maybe he was drunk and wanted to pick a fight, or -who knows? - wanted to buy me drink


When the man came up to me in the bar I hadn't any idea what he was going to say to me and where it would all lead. But I guess you never do
But he looked worried. He looked down. Even I could see that through the semi-drunken haze I was in, through the haze of the poorly lit bar.


So this man was right. But in contrast to me, he was clean, clean shaven, short haircut, wearing a nice suit and tie, CLEAN CUT. Sharp. Neat

But close. I looked like someone with no job, a drunk, no money no prospects, nothing to lose. Well I suppose I looked like I was. Not good

I should explain that. I looked a wreck. Tired, I guess. Dirty? Maybe. Unshaven. Shitty clothes. Needing a hair cut. Down and out? Not quite


But he sat down at the table and started talking quietly to me. "Do you want a job? You look like you might need a job. Some work for money"


I thought maybe he might want a game of pool, or that maybe he was drunk and wanted to pick a fight, or -who knows? - wanted to buy me drink


When the man came up to me in the bar I hadn't any idea what he was going to say to me and where it would all lead. But I guess you never do

First game of the season...

Not for Cardiff City, but for me, when I can watch the home game against Bristol City on Sky. I expect us to lose. We usually do when we're on TV. Especially when it combines so many important things: my first game of the season, on the telly, local derby. I'm afraid it means we have no chance, sorry.