14 May 03
I was laying on my back, enjoying the moist turf. When I slowly opened my eyes and I saw 12 stunning dancing legs.
Was it heaven or truely the Bee's Knees?
When I awoke they were gone, I felt a small lonely bead of sweat on my chest; alone among 20,000 people, I was suddenly gripped with panic. I stood to attention, my thoughts whirling towards breakfast. Now was the time for freshly cut soldiers, now was the time to court Earl Grey, now was the time to say nothing, show no emotion, cut no wheat. The English deafence?