My sharp reality dose

Enjoy freedom but don’t forget Tory blunders

I HAD my first jab at Leyton Orient’s ground last week.

Amazingly, the consulting room had an unreal view of the pitch – just shy of the halfway line, nice and high up.

The bloke who jabbed me was an Orient fan, and clearly motivated both by altruism and the fact he was able to watch his team play in spite of the ban on spectators.

“It’s been brilliant,” he said, “I’ve seen pretty much every game. In fact, I’ve been volunteering to do Tuesday nights. The only difficulty is trying to concentrate when we score.”

Not a problem, I said, the way Orient have been going.

Bad move. His eyes narrowed and he looked around for a bigger needle. “This,” he said, “is really going to hurt.”

Bounce

There was my lesson for the week: never mock a man’s football team when he’s about to stick a needle in you.