to beat the Easter bunny

I receive a text message: 'Easter shocker'. My rope class for Monday has been cancelled. (Easter bunny one nil up)

I had a great meal with my Aussie mate Ty in Hampstead, at the Holly Bush. The men held their women and wallets with equal carelessness. A mother barked out a series of instructions to her son, about to go on a rugby tour. The Easter Bunny lay casseroled in a mustard and pilsner sauce. (Easter bunny one nil down). Later in the land of flailing windmills that is a bar in town I am stubbed with a cigarette. My hand snakes into my glass to grab lemon to put out the singeing flesh.