bookmark_borderPride

Bit of a dodgy topic this one, so stick with me.

Tonight, whilst watching the football (yes yes I KNOW!) I’ll be… wait for it… supporting Portugal. In as much a way anyone of ‘neutral observer’ can support a team that is.

Now, this is NOT because they are playing England. No. It is because they are the host nation and I think it keeps the excitement going a bit if they win. I’ve said before, and I’ll say again that France are my team, have been since I was 14 (vague memories of Platini, Tigana and Papin…).

Anyway, this leads on nicely to a bit of a bug-bear, and I know I’m not alone in this.

England. No not the country, nor the people.. well not the vast majority of people anyway. Just the select few who don’t know what England is, where it stops and why singing Rule Britannia is wrong (Britannia was composed of England and Wales).

I’ll be honest, it’s amusing that when the football rolls around the commentators take all of two minutes to mention 1966 (for the game against Switzerland they mentioned it before a ball was kicked!). I’ll quite happily concede that if/when Scotland ever win the World Cup we’ll do exactly the same… roll on 2006!

It’s that whole British vs English thing that gets me. Most notably in athletics where past glories, Alan Wells, Liz McColgan etc, were heralded as great achivements for Britain. Heroic failures of the Scottish athletes within the British team were made clear.

It’s an annoyance, and yes I know England are the largest country in the ‘union’ but I do sometimes get fedup with the “we are bigger than you so shut up and stop bothering us” attitude.

P.S. Don’t worry I know YOU lot are OK, it’s just the rest of them that piss me off.

bookmark_borderRandom Thoughts

When the train driver keeps us informed of why our train has stopped and how long it will be before it starts again, I don’t mind at all.

When leaving the train, I actually felt sorry for the little bug that was trying to get out through the glass because I knew it’ll die on that train.

I shouldn’t get mad at anyone but myself when I push the wrong button on the remote sending BBCi into a coma instead of flicking to the France vs Sweden Switzerland game.

I should have left the pasta in the oven for another 5 minutes.

When did I last pick up a book?

Why is my back so sore?

Why aren’t I going to bed, I’ve got to get up early to make Louise breakfast in bed.

How the mighty have fallen
From white suit jackets (with the sleeves pushed up to the elbows), slipons and a nifty day-glo pink t-shirt to smuggling money from Switzerland to Germany, well trying to anyway. Just what is
Don Johnson up to?

Pity it wasn’t all cash, would’ve been much more interesting, mind you what the hell is Don Johnson doing with $5 BILLION??