Regular readers of this blog may have noticed that I have not touched on a very topical subject: the Football World Cup. So, I offer this bonus posting to plug the gap.
I am not a football fan. Actually, I have very little interest in any sport as a spectator. But that is just me, and I concur that watching 22 guys running around after a ball gives much pleasure to many people. I have no problem with that.
In reality, I am very pleased about it. I wish the World Cup went on longer. I hope the England team continues to deliver edge of the seat action for weeks to come. The reason is that, whenever a key match is on, the world seems to hold its breath. I can go shopping in comfort. The roads are quiet. We went to the theater the other evening and shared the auditorium with about 30 other people. I ordered some drinks for the interval – a common tradition here. When we came out to the foyer, instead of a long table laden with drinks, there was just a tiny one with two glasses on it – ours.
At a time of financial austerity and general purpose doom and gloom, this is a bit of excitement and glamour for [almost] everyone. And some peace and quiet for yours truly.
Just before I go off for my daily Vuvuzela practice, I would like to leave you with this heartwarming story:
The English football team went to visit a South African orphanage earlier this week. “It was terrible to see their sad little faces without hope” said Jamal aged 6.