So one day, an investment banker friend invited me to see Chelsea play (I reference his career because then I don't have to gloat about how good the seats were). I'm always up for new experiences and more importantly, am partial to some artifically flavoured, synthetic innards in a bun (sometimes referred to as hot dogs) so jumped at the chance.
The game began and as you already know if you've been to a football match before, it was really boring. If it wasn't for my hot dog, pint of beer in a plastic cup and facebook for blackberry, I probably would have self-combusted. However my friends, that's not the point. The point is this: there are two very real benefits for women to be derived from going to a football match. Firstly, no queuing for the women's toilets and secondly, a stadium full of men - half of whom will be jubilant and will want to celebrate and half of whom will be devastated and want a little hug. Now all you single ladies (to borrow from Beyonce) I can't vouch for quality (there seemed to be a disproportionate quantity of tattoos and mullets) however, I assume as women of the world, you will apply your own filter.
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