Today my parents dragged to my to a flying prom. Classical music and a load of old planes flying around, all done in the middle of a field in Bedfordshire not far from where a West Ham defender got stabbed this morning.
Now I've mentioned that I'm feeling rather uncomfortable.
The field was very dull. I listened to a lot of random music to drown out the classical music, and I kept on opening my phone to look at the background (Rhys Lewis in my kitty hat).
It was an unproductive day.
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