A guy at work's dad had topped himself in the shed with a big knife.
He was understandably upset by it all.

For some bizarre reason I thought taking him to watch Stevenage Boro' play Hayes would cheer him up.

He wasn't in a talkative mood, that was OK, if he wanted to have some quite time so be it.

After a perfunctory 'sorry to hear about your dad' I decided to leave it to him to make the running, all I had to do was not say the words 'dad', 'knife', 'stab' or 'suicide'.

5 minutes into the match an appalling back pass from the usually reliable Robin Trott gifted Hayes a goal, and me and my mate had the following chat.

"Jesus fucking christ, what a suicidal pass"
"Ring Of Fire"
"Yes?"
"You're a wanker"
"...yes I know I am"
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Fri 4 Nov 2011, 19:23, Reply)