Ciao!

So a fond farewell to the World Cup, you kept me entertained for most of the month and whilst the end result leaves me feeling slightly cheated (I cannot put my finger on why exactly, and it's not something as simple as England not winning it), the competition certainly had it's memorable moments.

And a temporary farewell to the good Doctor.  What an end to a series that was, I felt exhausted by the end of it all. 

Weekends won't be the same for a good while now will they?  Seems an age until the Community Shield brings football back to the fore.

Still, I have the odd behaviour of "Windows XP Movie Maker" to keep me amused for the next few weeks, as I play the "Guess when it's gonna crash" game, or (alternatively) the "Try and work out why it generated a 18Gb file for 15 minutes of video" game.  At some point I will get my directorial debut onto DVD, but it questionable as to whether I will still have hair left by then!

My head's battered, but I'm still upright

Blog updates are a bit erratic at this moment, aren't they? 

This is because my ability to write anything coherent for the blog relies on me having had sufficient sleep and this week I am way down on the old slumber quota, I'm afraid.  Kirstyn decided to wake up for a feed (noisily, I might add) at about 2:30 in the morning on Monday night/Tuesday morning and then decided not to go back to sleep.  At all.  Well not until about ten to seven anyway.  Consequently my head has felt like it is full of cotton wool for the last two days.  Quite how I managed to drive on the motorway, when all the other cars had exhaustion-induced vapour trails I'll never know.  But I did.  And I got a bit more sleep last night, so despite still be quite exhausted I now can -just about- operate a keyboard competently.

So for the first time in nineteen days I am faced with the prospect of having no football to look forward to.  Boo.. and, indeed, hiss.  I'd got quite used to watching at least two matches a day, and find it quite an irritation that I will be deprived today.  It's been quite an exciting tournament so far with world-record numbers of yellow and red cards in a single match, diving Dutchmen, cheating Italians and England have yet to be knocked out, so all in all not bad at all.  Could there be any potential upsets in the next couple of games though?  Could the French knock out the Brazilians?  Could ze Germans overpower Argentina?  Could the Italians beat Ukraine fair and square without having to dive for a dodgy penalty?  Time will tell..

Things what I have learned this week

Appy-polly-logies (as Alex says in "A Clockwork Orange") for the lack of posts, things have been quite mad around here and sitting down in front of a computer has been way down on my list of priorities, I'm afraid.

However I have learnt somethings this week:

1. I really want Glyn to win Big Brother. Now I know a lot of you are just rolling your eyes and thinking, well surprise, surprise the Gog is backing the contestant from North Wales. However, I really do think he's the most entertaining housemate in there - by accident. Although he doesn't realise it, Glyn is a comedy genius, particularly when he is so proud of the "life skills" he has learnt in the house which include (in no particular order): learning how to do the washing up, learning how to boil an egg and learning on how to make a sandwich. Pure Comic Genius.

2. I have learnt that turf really does need an awful lot of water poured on it daily if it is to survive this mini-heatwave.

3. I have learnt that going anywhere with a two-week old baby takes at least three times as long due to the fact that every woman will stop you, coo, look at the baby and ask the following questions: "How old is she?"; "What did she weigh?" "What's her name?". Every one of these questions will be punctuated with an "Ahhh..". The worst example was in John Lewis yesterday where we were trying to compile our wedding list (although I shall be moving all the electrical items onto our wedding list at Amazon methinks, they're much cheaper). Every bloody shop assistant surrounded us, it was like a scene out of a most-menopausal "Dawn of the Dead".

4. I have learnt that watching three World Cup matches a day with my daughter is very rewarding. Going back to work next week will be a bitch.

More soon..

Are you excited?

A week to go until the World Cup!
And there's footy on the telly this afternoon (and I can drink again - hurrah!). Now I know Eng-er-land were on Tuesday night, but someone interrupted my viewing. However I have seen endless replays of Peter Crouch's "robotic" goal celebration.. Oh, dear.
So a Saturday afternoon of football beckons, followed by a new episode of Doctor Who.

This is why I pay my licence fee!

Carragher, Stevie G and St. Michael get the FA's knickers in a twist

Now Stan Boardman is undoubtedly one comedian that belongs squarely back in the 1970's, however this story did make me chuckle. The FA really are up their own arses, aren't they? I thought at first the players had actually sang on the single, not just sung it on the back of the bus.

Sense of humour failure or what?

Are you excited..?

1 calendar month until the World Cup.
1 calendar month and one day until the first England Match (10th June).
1 calendar month and twelve days until England fly home after failing to qualify for the second round due to poor squad selection.

Hype is a wonderful thing

If it wasn't for the World Cup starting soon, there's no way I'd get anywhere near this many bids for this CD single

World At Your Feet

So Embrace have recorded the England World Cup song and it's just been played on The Chris Moyles show on Radio 1.

Hmm..

As the lead singer says, it's definitely not a football song, but it ain't a bad track.. Although it's growing on me the more I hear it, it's still no "World In Motion" by New Order or "Three Lions" by Baddiel & Skinner. Hell it's not even "Vindaloo". You cannot ever imagine this being sang on the terraces. Still at least it's not as bad as Scotland's "Don't Come Home Too Soon" by Del Amitri (which really just admitted that Scotland sucked, but begged them to please not suck that bad so you can at least get out of the group stages!)

At least football songs are no longer sang by the footballers, as that always made for a shite record..

Apart from "Anfield Rap".. ..which was pure class..


"Alright Aldo
Sound as a pound
I'm cushty la but there's nothing down
The rest of the lads ain't got it sussed
We'll have to learn 'em to talk like us"


Genius, that - if we beat the Chavs tomorrow there should be a remix of that released for the FA Cup final



"Alright Carra
Sound as a pound"



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