I nearly went to the pub to watch football last night. I then realised I was a bit tired and couldn’t be bothered with listening to inane bar stool bullshit. So, with Jennifer on the hospital evening shift, I stayed home alone with a bottle of vin rouge. What a culture vulture I am.
Viewing Without Distraction
Watching football without distraction makes it almost seem like a different game. I found myself picking up on little bits of ...
After England lost 0-0 the USA last night, it became apparent to me that we are all better football managers than Gareth Southgate. All of us armchair fans would have started with Phil Foden and Jack Grealish and England would have won 5-0. It’s that simple.
It’s Not that Simple
Of course, it’s not that simple as not many of us are qualified coaches. Add to that the fact we are not seeing the players train and it makes our assumpt...
Most reasonable people hate the fact that the World Cup is being played in Qatar. We know it is bent but how many of us can resist watching it? I hoped England would be crap yesterday so I could pretend I didn’t care. However, the bastards played well, meaning I am now hooked into it.
My Hypocrisy
I justify my hypocrisy by watching it on ‘free to air’ and stating that the real villains are FIFA, not football supporters. I know, I ...
When going out for my morning dog walk, I have got into the
habit of picking out a route that suits my mood. If I have had a poor night of
sleep, I go off the beaten track in the hope of not seeing anyone. If it is a
fresh morning with blues sky, I say “good morning” to anyone within striking
distance.
However, I often struggle for anything further to say. One
of my favourites is, “turned out nice again”, when it is raining, with
the ...
Before I ventured out with the dog this morning, I made up
my own lyrics to Blur’s ‘Parklife’. “I pull my waterproofs on ‘av a cup of coffee
and fink about leaving the ‘ouse”, I sang, as Jennifer became increasingly
annoyed about my existence.
As the rain cascaded down on the window, I asked Jennifer if
she would like to join me. I did this knowing the answer. It was a bit like
Jacob Rees-Mogg asking the mother of a 4-year-old ...
