hantsbear | Jun. 11th, 2010

Every four years, England gets infected with a particularly virulent disease. Red crosses on white backgrounds appear everywhere and the media whips the populace (or at least those who give a damn) into a rabid frenzy, using metaphors usually used during World War II.

Except me.

I loathe and despise ~~football~~ soccer. It has rather a lot to do with being forced to play it at school and being generally cr@p at it, enduring the wrath of the rest of the team along with the inevitable humiliation of being the person left at the end when sides were selected. And fought over as to who didn't get me. Major boost to the old self esteem.

If I could, I would be on a plane right now to somewhere that didn't give a damn. Alas, I can't. I will just look forward to the inevitable schadenfreude when Our Beloved Boys get kicked out of the competition for being, well generally, cr@p.

It's much more fun than watching Great Britain come last in the Eurovision Song Contest again.