Gossip

We've all been there. We've all spoken behind someone's back and helped spread rumour in some way or another. Or maybe you're the unlucky one to be the subject. I know I have. I've seen many a case of gossiping and rumour-spreading in my time, and tonight was another example.

It was the regular Tuesday night pub quiz, and despite having a maximum of 6 in any one team, someone decided to invite as many as they liked. 9 in the end I think we had, so we split into 2 teams. Now, with no names being mentioned, one team comprised of the usual bunch and the other team was the lot who had been invited. Including "the girl from Saturday". Despite being rather good-looking, and an interesting twang in her accent, I don't really like her that much. I get the impression she think she's the bees knees, probably because of the ridiculous amount of attention she gets from most guys surrounding her. Many a joke was cracked tonight about her and her friends that had come along for the crack, including our team name which was later posted on Facebook for all to see. Everyone is acting like it's a joke, which it is. But I know, secretly, somewhere, someone is seething.

I've just read that paragraph again, and I know it sounds stupid. But this is the business of whispering, and gossiping etcetera. No one really knows what the other party is thinking, and they probably never will, which makes it automatically pointless, cruel and wrong. Yet we all, me included, do it anyway. Whatever. I try not to think about it too much. Too many people have been the victim of vicious rumour spreading. A childish game won't blind me. I've witnessed too much of it to one particular person, who has had it bad, to bother with anyone else.

Moving on, and I can't remember where I got up to. So I shall start with Sunday morning where I DID make it to football fairly successful despite a sultry 3 hour kip. My performance in goal, for my last ever Mowsbury Athletic game, was fairly poor if I'm honest, and we lost 5-4. Still, because of other results, we still got promoted for the 3rd season in a row, so everyone was happy enough. Amazingly, I managed to stay awake rather successfully for the rest of the day and made it to the quiz. Easter Sunday was a good day.

Easter Monday, wasn't. It should have been. The first cricket match of the season, albeit for Southill and batting at a rather lower position than I'm used to, including getting a duck after playing a ridiculous shot and then fielding for 40 overs. It wasn't wholly enjoyable. I got the feeling no one could be bothered, most probably after playing all weekend, and my enthusiasm at the beginning was extinguished rather quickly as I was presented with half-arsed team-mates and a clueless captain. I made a quick-ish getaway afterwards and enjoyed the drive home more than I did the entire match.

Not a lot happened today. Apart from tonight's antics. Tomorrow and Thursday, and Friday for that matter are non-events, (apart from some Picnic thing on Thursday!), before refereeing the final game of the season before the start of the proper cricket season come Sunday. Why am I not excited? There is a reason....