The Glad Game
I'm not a football fan, but after a week of alternating between boredom and contempt I've decided to try to find my Pollyanna side. So, here's my list of positive things about the World Cup.
1. David Beckham. The boy is beautiful. Perfect hero material (with the sound turned down of course).
2. (Er... that's it so far. I'm still working on it. If anyone has any more please let me know....)
1. David Beckham. The boy is beautiful. Perfect hero material (with the sound turned down of course).
2. (Er... that's it so far. I'm still working on it. If anyone has any more please let me know....)
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posted by Unknown at 10:21 am
14 Comments:
LOL! Umm... nope, I can't think of any other positives at the moment. I'll be sure to let you know if they come rushing to me after this afternoon's game (but don't hold your breath). :-)
How about...it keeps the husband out of your hair when you want to write? Over here it's hockey or Formula 1 that does the trick for me. Obviously we didn't stay long enough in England to catch footy fever!
That's a great theory, Eva. In practise I find it just means he's unavailable for any kind of participation in childcare/family life for long stretches of time. And those sudden bursts of insane shouting make us all jumpy.
Our husbands, Imogen, may share the same name but mine positively shrieks when his team scores. It is rather unsettling and tends to wake young children from their beds. Thankfully the hockey season is almost over.
Yes! Yes! Yes! shouts my husband as England score their first goal just 7 minutes before full time. Aside from this reminding me of a role reversal of one of my favourite films - 'When Harry met Sally', it makes me realise that all I have to do is judge when they're likely to score again and just before the crucial moment ask for money, a new car, a holiday, new clothes...
What a Pollyanna moment that would be!
In the meantime, if forced to watch it, I pass the time making anagrams of their names, eg: Wayne Roony is 'War on One' (BBC), David Beckham is 'Back Me Dad' (Channel 4 Racing), Michael Owen is 'Who Am I?' (ITV's 'Through the Keyhole') and so on.
Oh my God! They've scored again and I've missed my opportunity because I was so busy posting this comment. Pollyanna be damned!
Sorry Annie. Try taking advantage of the post-victory afterglow.
Stacy- yikes! Better make the ransome demands pretty modest....
Don't tar us all with the same brush you writer girls.
Your men are not ganging up against you are they!
Who made the Meal tonight?
Who got the Vacuum fixed?
Writing is much a team sport as football, you just have an elite support staff!
I am now going to find my tin hat and take some beer and bedding to the shed. If you dont hear from me again, it has been great knowing you girls!
If you do hear from me again she'll have a new car, clothing, holiday home..........
Yikes! We've been found out!
David Beckham? No thanks. Not my cup of tea at all. In fact, none of the England team are. Although, if I'm totally honest, I have to admit that I don't actually know who plays for them so how the hell could I fancy any of them anyway?
Strangely enough, even though I positively detest football and all it's come to stand for, I've planted two England flags in the flower pot outside my front door. I can be patriotic without liking football, can't I?
Sorry, girls, can't stop, I've got to go and get hubby out of the shed - well, that tin hat rather suits him - it brings out the colour of his skin. And there may still be just enough of that post-victory afterglow that Imogen mentioned to secure that holiday HOME he promised (always read the question properly, Tinny, my love!)...
By the way, my angel, now you've got the hoover fixed, try sticking that little white plastic thing on the end of the long grey flexy thing into the socket thing on the wall and push the switch in a downwards motion. To test it thoroughly, try pushing it all the way round the hall, the lounge, the dining room...
See you later in the shed - I'll bring the beer, you bring the hat.
Sharon-- you've got to forget all the tabloid stuff and make sure you never, ever hear him speak. I didn't use to find him attractive but then caught a glimpse of him in one of his many obscenely lucrative marketing shots, and-- not realising it was him-- almost spontaneously combusted with lust. He's so golden and burnished and godlike... yum.
I'm only talking like this because the man who was hanging around earlier is now safely locked in the shed. Thank goodness. Can't have them running around disturbing the zen-like atmosphere of the sanctuary with their conchie talk. Leave him a while longer, Annie AND GET DOWN TO THE POST OFFICE WITH THAT MANUSCRIPT.
I often tell my husband that I'm the perfect wife since I love football and beer in equal measures. He normally retorts that a perfect wife might not burn the fish fingers quite so often, but then I dazzle him with my offside trap knowledge and he once again becomes putty in my hands.
As for hotness, I must admit that I'd take Match of the Day commentator, Alan Hansen over any of the England team. He might be a bit old, but he's also tall, dark and handsome and has a mysterious scar thrown in for good measure. Le sigh.
Amanda, is the offside trap some kind of outside toilet facility?
Ah, yes, Imogen, the manuscript. Now the thing is, I have managed to send one off by snail mail, the other was meant to go by e-mail, but then our e-mail threw a wobbly (luckily I was wearing the tin hat at the time so the jelly disintegrated on contact), which is actually how HE came to be out of the shed. Anyway, it's all sorted now, he's back in the shed and the m/s should be winging its electronic way into cyberspace some time this weekend.
Happy now?
Yes. Thank you.
Amanda-- you reminded me of the other Reason To Be Glad About The World Cup.
Beer. He's keeping us constantly supplied and opening bottles at random, hitherto forbidden hours. And for that, I suppose I do have to be grateful.
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