I entirely failed to mention, of course, that my fiance is big into football (I believe that's the turn of phrase the kids are using these days) and I love him for it. Well, apart from the fact that he continues to lie to me about the length of 'Match of the Day'. Half an hour my arse! It's an hour and a half at least!

But the lovely boy used to be a very good footballer and has a (quite unususal, I believe) appreciation of the game that involves a somewhat intricate knowledge of the way they pass, and formations and all that business, rather than being overly concerned with pies and shouting.
Today he likened it to going to watch an amazing play - it's beautiful to see someone skilled put on a show for you. And I must admit, that's a nice way of putting it.
But I still think most people are in it for the pies and shouting.

Oh, he's cross with me now. He's read it and he thinks I've made him sound gay.

Hello to everyone in Edinburgh. Hope you're enjoying a month of being wet, drunk, ill and hopelessly self-involved.

R x

Leave a comment • Trackback (0)

Comments:

No Comments for this post yet...

Leave a comment:

Name:

Email:

Your email address will not be displayed on this site.

Site/Url:

Your URL will be displayed.

Comment text:

Allowed XHTML tags: <p, ul, ol, li, dl, dt, dd, address, blockquote, ins, del, span, bdo, br, em, strong, dfn, code, samp, kdb, var, cite, abbr, acronym, q, sub, sup, tt, i, b, big, small>

Options:

Auto-BR (Line breaks become <br />)
Remember me (Set cookies for name, email and url)
Allow message form (Allow users to contact you through a message form (your email will NOT be displayed.))

Trackback address for this post:

http://blogs.chortle.co.uk/htsrv/trackback.php/947

Trackbacks:

No Trackbacks for this post yet...