Like your bed and the way it wraps itself around you, protecting, consoling, reveling, remembering. Or friends who never really understand how wonderful and dear they are to you. And gigs. The sway of the crowd. The press of bodies. The common love. The comaraderie.
Maybe next time I'll try the chocolate flavour? Or a fruit tea? I'm so determined to like this, it's really rather petulant.
As for the match, well I've watched the highlights today (and when I say highlights I really mean Drogba and Ballack's laughable- I mean disgraceful behaviour). When I went out the gig to check on the match it was 1-0. Really, can you imagine my delight right now?
I really don't think so.