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Jun. 20th, 2006 07:10 pmA brief round up of news in the Hantsbear household:-
1. I am signed off sick again thanks to my IrritableBear Bowel Syndrome. Seems the ends have reversed roles... TMI...
2. Work still sucketh mightily.
3. A bizzare image of "Whistler's Mother" featuring
rock_bear came into my head during a phone conversation this afternoon. Please don't ask...
4. The Nymphomaniac Swede's soccer team plays the real Sweden tonight. If England loses, they have to play Germany in the next round and will probably be out of the competition. Ha ha ha. Lycka till, Sverige! I'd paint myself blue and yellow, but I'd probably get lynched, the way this bloody country goes about the great god Soccer...
That is all. Move along; nothing to see here...
1. I am signed off sick again thanks to my Irritable
2. Work still sucketh mightily.
3. A bizzare image of "Whistler's Mother" featuring
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4. The Nymphomaniac Swede's soccer team plays the real Sweden tonight. If England loses, they have to play Germany in the next round and will probably be out of the competition. Ha ha ha. Lycka till, Sverige! I'd paint myself blue and yellow, but I'd probably get lynched, the way this bloody country goes about the great god Soccer...
That is all. Move along; nothing to see here...
Damn, Damn, Damn!!!
Jun. 15th, 2006 09:09 pmEngland are through to the next round, regardless of what happens against Sweden. Curses! No period of national mourning as the team of idiots led by the Swedish Nymphomaniac come home in disgace. Of course, the thing that really annoys me is the way that some of the Tabloid newspapers insist on treating it like an extension of World War II...
(dives back into bunker...)
(dives back into bunker...)
Schadenfreude...
Jun. 11th, 2006 08:40 amDamn. England won their first match. Still, there's hope they will get drummed out in the first round. Am I the only person on the planet that would be highly amused by this? Lycka till, Sverige!
While the match was on, I took refuge in a cinema in Fareham and went to see "The Wild" again. What can I say; I'm a fool for wise-cracking London koalas with attitude...
While the match was on, I took refuge in a cinema in Fareham and went to see "The Wild" again. What can I say; I'm a fool for wise-cracking London koalas with attitude...
The hoo-hah has started. St. George's crosses displayed everywhere, and wall to wall 24 hours a day eat sleep drink football. Because as we all know, EVERYBODY in the British Isles loves, nay adores, worships even the almighty Soccer.
Except me. And possibly a few others (I'm looking for moral support here, Nottingham...!) I am quite looking forward to the inevitable period of national mourning/demands for the scalps of Sven Goran Eriksson and David Beckham, when England drop ingloriously out of the tournament.
I can dream, can't I?
Except me. And possibly a few others (I'm looking for moral support here, Nottingham...!) I am quite looking forward to the inevitable period of national mourning/demands for the scalps of Sven Goran Eriksson and David Beckham, when England drop ingloriously out of the tournament.
I can dream, can't I?