I went into Rugby today, parked up and on the way back to my car which was right outside the school some attractive woman overtook me and a friend on a pavement, turning her head back slightly with a half smile as her blonde hair swept through the mild breeze of the morning.

Her steps became more extravagant, more meaningful and her jeans tightened. We travelled further, as if a flight of geese feeling the air cut by the woman who lead.

My friend turned to me ambitiously and nodded he his slightly. I returned the gesture with an even bigger smile, again lunging my head in the direction of the goddess that floated onwards.

It was only then she jumped in a blue car with some MASSIVE guy at the wheel who was in fact staring at us. This goddess had now become the devils advocate.

Needless to say i ever so slightly re-directed my vision to the area behind where the woman was stood and began to look perplexed at something which wasn't even there. I think it's safe to say i got away with it.

The car then drove away and crumbled into eternity. This goddess, this thing of beauty was to be seen of or heard of, no more.