From the heart
This. From MM. Proof that I've brought
him up proper:
“The Olympics. Magic. What I've seen,
and I wish I'd seen more than I did, absolutely fantastic. Brilliant.
But thank god football's started again.”
I watched him play half a preseason
friendly tonight (the other 45 minutes I frittered away on a
conference call, work, eh?), which they won 4-1 and played such good
football for such a young team. Then we stopped for food and a beer
and Swindon Brighton was on in the pub, and...
Well, that's it really.
And...and...and...
And what more can you want? Yes there's
other vital stuff. Literature. Music, film, theatre. There's a family
and friends to love. But work? Politics? Business? Religions
spreading hate and war? Watch two boxers, two teams slug it out, no
quarter asked or given, then shake hands and be civilised after the
final whistle. That's as high as I've ever seen humans rise.
Magic places
Venues are important. Nothing happens
in isolation. The Globe Theatre is one. Adds a sprinkle of something
to every visit.
The Emirates. Everyone who's been
describes the view as surreal. Unbelievable. All stadiums from now on
need to be at least this good. Now. Just need to get the team up to
scratch.
The dragon dim sum place, Wardour
Street. The last place with proper trollies and proper no English
trolly dollies, and the most magical place to eat. Haven't been there
for too long.
Lords (not Lourdes). The tour is
something everyone should do. Watching a game there after the tour is
perfect. Seeing a day where Straus gets a ton, Youseff Mohammed gets
his 200, any number of wickets fall, is luck beyond all expectation.
The Oval. England won the Ashes.
Home. Everyday special beyond belief.
Max
Max is a greyhound. Rescue. Raced
beyond endurance. Fag burn scars. Multiple homes. Landed on his feet.
A chilled, gentle, lovely dog. How can people do that? How can a
so-called civilised society countenance allowing that sort of cruelty
to continue?
Deny some muppet's false god they
decide to believe in against all scientific fact and reason, and
there's hell to pay. Torture animals? That's fine. Doing it in the
name of your beliefs? Better still, fill your boots.
What a crock.
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