Violent weekend. A horrendous tackle led to a fight. David's mistake was to move away from us. Burly like a bear. there was no way he would have lost in a one on one fight. Spat at, he rushed forward to get at the culprit. Bad decision. They were on him like a pack of hyenas, before any of us could react, kicking punching, scratching. He went down, brutally stamped on, with boots. We rushed in, fending off the kicks. Then more hell, as their substitute rushed in cracking an umbrella down upon David's head. That's when I left the field to get to my handphone, to dial 999.

Baybeats was a disappointment. Electrico are overhyped. Took a lift from Daphne up till Parklane where I caught the bus back home, which smelt as it collected people from along Little India. My CD kept slipping off my lap. I think it's jealous of me listening to music from other people on my ipod.