P is for..

Blogpeople, have you had a good Saturday? I have. This morning I set out to meet up with my Special Lady Friend and be Proud. We were Proud for a few hours but mostly we people-watched from a Perfect Vantage Point (a bench in heaving Soho square.) There was very little leering involved, and it mostly involved gay homosexual boys rather than girls. There are some couples out there I would gladly watch, let me tell you that. Later on I panicked a little when we almost got swallowed up by a forest of sweating torsos; I let my SLF lead me by the hand and tried to banish any thoughts of crushing and crowd-induced dismemberment from my mind.
People of blogland, my Special Lady Friend missed the England-Portugal match to hang out with me! She must really love me. I did push her into a pub to allow her a token five minutes of footbalistic action, but I spoilt it for her by repeatedly nibbling her earlobe, at which point she gave up.