They came for a half-term party swarmed around me like instant charisma wearing face-masks of Mourinho I couldn't move - there was no place to go
I was taken back to when I was eighteen misspent youth frittered away so they say wished I was back there with them all but it was gone - I couldn't any more
I couldn't be in love every other day make outrageous comments, buy things on e-bay not so many spots to pick at present however, no jealousy, nothing to resent
I soaked up their bonhomie once more gave a faint smile when I walked out the door