Men in Uniform

So today I attended a baseball game in Fort Meyers. I guess it was some element of a warm-up match...and quite frankly I don’t think the sport won me as a fan. It was so slow and boring. Although I did manage to get a warm-up of my own going with a few Coors Lights. Jeff, who I met last night in Fort Lauderdalew convinced me to come check out this game with him. He said it was a crucial American experience I should see. So this morning he drove us in his perfect new grey Saab convertible to Fort Myers (where he lives with his girlfriend!). I think we must have smoked about 10 fags on the 2 hour ride as we were blasting the new Bloc Party album and talking rubbish about some blokes we’d had drinks with last night. We saw the Boston Red Soxs lose to the Blue Jays (not sure where they are from). I decided to yell for Boston because I saw they had a cute player named Pauley. He didn’t play, just wandered around the sidelines. I think I caught his eye for a second when I yelled...Jeff said its not too often a guy with a British accent is heard at an event like this. A larf indeed!

I’m in Jeff’s house right now..his sometimes girlfriend is in Orlando with her family this week. There are photos of her everywhere inside. I’m at a table in his yard behind their house. Palm trees – sunshine – wireless – and another cold pint! Jeff is inside heating a pizza. Can’t get too pissed too early. And no – he hasn’t poked my arse yet. He asked I don't share any of the details on the internet as he is in a "open relationship" - and i could spoil that.