Football’s coming home, where it’ll be thrown in a pit June 3, 2006
In anticipation of the upcoming thing that is called “The World Cup” or something like that… I think it involves football, I decided to make my own little anthem, my own little tune, my own little noise burp which could go towards enthusing everyone about the danm thing. I don’t care, really. Go shove it.
One can hardly expect a Scot to be enthused about a competition they never get into, really, as I have now discovered as I am about to marry one.
Atleast Scotland doesn’t have to endure the ignomy of losing at a sport they invented though(although, somewhere out there is a Canadian kid who spends his days curling and curling and thinking of nothing else and has olympic glory in his sights!) - shame their only real sporting success recently is in the form of Andrew “I’ve got a massive chip on my shoulder, see there it is” Murray and his skills at a game that is, essentially, let’s face it, very gay.
Keep up the good blog, I regularly walk in the garden to see if anything has grown (although my aforementionned fiance is trying to ban me, as she says I sound like I am wetting myself when I laugh - sometimes I am, but she doesn’t need to know that).
I’m not the biggest footie fan to begin with, so that probably doesn’t help. Also, I wrote that while slightly drunk, which also contributed to the general apathy of it all.
I probably will watch the odd world cup match, seems like a good excuse to go to the pub on a regular basis anyway.
And you can’t be banned from the Garden, it’s open to all! Unless you’re Jim Davidson, in which case you can sit outside on the pavement and think about what you’ve done.