
I watched the race the other day. Spent ages finding a pub that was actually open and showing it, got a drink and sat down full of anticipation having gone around telling people this would be the best season for years.
Two hours later, a feeling of numb emptiness filled me with impotent apathetic anger and I stumbled the streets alone, a broken man.
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Two hours later, a feeling of numb emptiness filled me with impotent apathetic anger and I stumbled the streets alone, a broken man.