As much as I could try not to mention it, the girls finally remembered to buy some wax for my forfeit. So Sunday evening for me was spent on the couch with everyone taking turns to whip off the paper strips. I kept my pride ( as much as was feasibly possible) and didn't let out a peep, as much as I wanted to, when the strip on the back of my knee was taken off. So now I have one leg with, and one without hair. Which has kinda scuppered my jogging plans for the next few weeks as I try to train for the City to Surf run in August... As part of the deal the other leg has to remain hairy for 3 weeks. Though it has given me quite an insight as to what women do in the pursuit to avoid looking like a big hairy yeti.
Once the sting had subsided, the girls gone to bed, Flee & me headed off to Kings Cross, pretty much Londons equivalent on most levels - the only reason for this - late night opening in the sports bars. Having only seen Leeds Utd once on telly since leaving the UK, I couldn't wait to see them play Watford in the playoff final - with a place in the Premiership up for grabs. With Leeds form average of late, and Watfords much better - I kept a level head and didn't expect to much of the mighty whites. 90 minutes on a chopped up pitch, 3 goals without reply and the most pathetic/comical referree substitution later, Leeds were condemned to another year in the Championship league while Elton Johns hornets have moved on up and outta there.
One of the most memorable days of my trip - but not for any particularly great feelings. The cool mornings were all the cooler behind one trouser leg compared to the other.
There's a moral to this story, don't drink and make silly bets kids.
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