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Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.

Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.

On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.

 

Downtime

The up side to being at work just after 6, well in my case anyway, is that there is noone else to bother me for a good few hours. The down side is the getting up at 5. Well thats not so much the downside as the sun is up anyway, but its more the knock on effect of dozing off sometime around 8 in the evening. This, coupled with two weeks of having people prod me with sharp implements, hasn't bumped this last fortnight into my top 5 of all time fun times ever.

With payday falling on a sunny Saturday prior to the football, it seemed like a good opportunity to go Tottenham Court Road/Oxford Street, have a coffee, do some window shopping, buy a pair of shoes, write jocularly offensive messages in the dust on John Lewis appliances and then retire to Hyde Park with some freshly baked bread, some cheeses, various cut meats and cold orange juice to enjoy the summer sun prior to retiring to watch the football with a cold beer or two. One thing I hadn't factored in though was EuroPride and the masses of people vying for valuable pavement space.

The masses with whistles were bypassed, the food was eaten, the sun was enjoyed and then all that was left was to watch the football... ...and in hindsight, I should've stayed in the park.

Many weeks ago, I got into a rather heated discussion with someone at work over the press coverage and national obsession with Wayne Rooney. I believe my argument went along the lines that the England squad is made up of 23 players, and no one individual was more important than any other, everone has a job to do, and they should do it to the best of their abilities. If one person isn't fit, stop speculating on it. I can't imagine how demoralising it must've been to the rest of the squad to be sidelined over a metatarsal, and then further so when the saviour of all our hopes was pronounced fit.

Anyway, coming back to the present, the hopes and dreams of the nation lie in tatters after todays performance. Lost again in the old penalty shootout, following a gutsy display by a 10 men England, possibly their best of the tournament so far. I always thought a talisman should inspire those around them via skill, not out of necessity. Quite reminiscent of a match 8 years ago.

I wonder whether tomorrow we will see the abrupt turning of the national media on the golden child. Possibly accompanied by the headlines Roo-Stupid Cu....

1 Jul 2006 21:24 | (1) comment | Things

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