23rd January, 2014I found myself in K-Y’s kitchen. It was decorated in a floral pattern and was all very summery and gay (meaning happy). However, K-Y was anything but gay, as he seemed rather downbeat after shipping a number of goals in the last few games.
I had caught K-Y as he was preparing a light supper. He wore a flowery apron that complemented his kitchen and was standing over a bowl with a whisk.
K-Y’s partner was in the pantry with the lights off and tossed him an egg, which he dropped. I could just make an outline of a person. They were slightly on the heavy side, but then a lot of Shytonian women were.
K-Y: First they bring out a new ball. Another egg, babes.
Another egg was thrown which he again dropped.
K-Y: Then we get new groundsmen who cut the grass all wrong. Another,
