Tag: World Cup

bookmark_borderInto the groove

Posted on

Louise is home and annoyingly tanned, but I can put up with that.

Her plane finally touched down in the wee small hours of this morning after a three hour delay and as it was a further hour or so before we got to sleep I decided to work at home today. Still, it’s good having her home, absence certainly has the rumoured effect on the heart.

She brought me back a nice big litre bottle of Southern Comfort, which cost her all of about £11, and should get me through the World Cup.. just..

And aside from that there’s not much else to say.

bookmark_borderThat World Cup question

Posted on

Our First Minister caused a bit of a stooshy recently by stating that he wouldn’t be supporting England in the World Cup. But why should he? He’s not English after all..

As for me, well it’s a tricky one, that’s for sure. Ach, who am I kidding, it’s very straightforward. ‘Mon the Soca Warriors!!

Actually that’s not strictly true. In truth I wouldn’t mind England winning the World Cup but for the inexorable press coverage it’d get. I mean it was pretty bad after the rugby World Cup but if they won the footie version? Jesus, it’d be awful.

I was actually listening to a phone-on on the Radio about this during the week. And for most people the decision of whether or not to support England was an easy one to make. You either don’t support them as a matter of principle (and state your allegiance to whoever is playing them next), or you don’t mind them winning, and might support them in a few games.

Most people on the phone-in who said they’d be supporting England did admit that the downside would be the programmes, and articles and endless loops of speculation about whether this team was better than the ’66 winning team, if Gerrard IS the best midfielder in the world, and if Beckham should retire. Meh.

And that’s the thing. It’s not the supporting of England that’s the problem, it’s the constant stream of hyperbole that goes along with it.

Anyway. I’m off to buy a Brazil top, or maybe Argentina… France anyone??

bookmark_borderDreich

Posted on

It’s all gone a bit ‘yeuch’ hasn’t it. What happened to the summer, was that it?! Probably.

In saying that, I don’t mind this kind of weather so much. It’s not raining hard enough to soak you, more a steady constant dripping, and as it’s warm enough to not need a jumper it was actually quite a pleasant walk to work this morning. Or at least it would have been if I was able to walk properly.

It seems the gardening extertions on Saturday have taken their toll on my hamstrings as they are tighter than a gnats chuff (or some other euphemism). I’m fine once I get going but as it only takes about two minutes to walk from the station to my office, no sooner have my legs started to approach normal functionality than I’ve arrived. I even wandered round the block at lunchtime just to keep them active. Might have a hot bath this evening…

Aside from that, and some rather juicy gossip at work which I can’t mention here (but it’s positively DRIPPING it’s so juicy), there ain’t much else to say. The news is wholly boring, and… wait.. how could I have forgotten!

BIG BROTHER STARTS ON THURSDAY!!!

What? Ohh don’t give me that look.

I promise I won’t blog about it any more than before as, and this is the same every year no matter how hard I try, I’ll start watching it for the first few weeks then I’ll get bored. Then, with about four weeks to go, I’ll get back into it (fitting it in alongside the World Cup of course) and THEN I’ll bore you all stupid. You have been warned!

bookmark_borderWeekender

Posted on

Friday evening. A few beers with my mates, and a great night that was only spoiled by a pint of “flowery” beer (Deuchars I believe). Celeb spotted Donnie Munro in Babbity Bowsters (where I’ll be this coming weekend for the Glasgow blogmeet – 2pm people!), had mince and lorne sausage stovies in Cafe Source – a lovely setting in the basement of St.Andrews in the Square – and several pints of the drink “Now shipped in from Dublin”, and a few Kronenburg 1664 Blanc. And I’ve only just this second recalled having my arse groped in the Chip Bar by a nurse. At least I think she did, but as the pub has a capacity of 28 you don’t really have much choice but to stand pretty close to people.

Slightly fuzzy head on Saturday morning.

Saturday evening and we celebrated the wedding of our friends Bill and Fran. Was a good night in a local Masonic hall (cheap booze), although it did include the worst rendition of Coldplay’s Yellow. Too much to recall, but finally finished drinking around 4.30 a.m. back at the newlyweds house and still feeling a little woozy and tired at 9.30pm.

It’s always good catching up with friends, and it’s all the more rare as Ian works overseas – he flies back to Greece on Tuesday and won’t be back until December – and Keith will be spending the first 6 months or so next year on tour (I’d drop names but that would be really really shallow of me, suffice to say that they are on the bill for the opening ceremony for the World Cup next year). In saying that Stuart and Alan are only 20 minutes away, and Bill and Fran are usually up for a drink or seven, no real excuse then!

Anyway, I’m off for some painkillers and some sleep!

bookmark_borderMiscellany

Posted on

Changed the dressings on my back yesterday and Louise took pictures of my wound. Still slightly open with two stitches, gross. Explains why it’s as sore as it was, I had no idea how deep they had to go… which reminds me, must take some painkillers before I go to bed.

~

So Scotland lost 2-0 to Italy, no chance of use getting to next year’s World Cup but at least they played reasonably well. If we had a decent front pair we may even score a goal or two at some point in the future.

~

Working on a Saturday is a pain in the ass. That is all.

bookmark_borderHad enough of the World Cup?

Posted on

Why not check out the other final being played on the same day as the World Cup Final. Might be quite good to see this broadcast round the world, it would, I presume, give hope to millions of amateur football players, showing that pride and passion are just as much a part of the beautiful game as skill and technique.

It would also show that no matter how crap you are, you can still get on TV.. but it wouldn’t be very nice to say that, now would it?