As I think some of you know, I'm living in the London most of the time now. Now, with what happened in the last week, this has made the place somewhat insuferable. I mean, it was bad enough with the 6-0 jokes, the oranges lying about everywhere, whenever I asked one guy a question he always answered with 6 with much glee (he won't be smiling however, as i sign his timesheets and am FAR too busy to do that right now...), but having whatched the Aussies buggering up my life on Saturday it's SOOO much worse. For those who missed the game, 6 times they mentioned 19 bloody 66 during the game. Never in the right context, prime example - full time, it was 14 all. First words Jim Rosenthal says? 1966, then he says the score. What the **** is that all about? I then had to go out, and all the cars where peeping their horns and waving like fools. Now, I'm in the office which is trying to find swing low as a soundbite to play ALL day. I tell you, I'm coming home...Went to my other halfs last night for dinner, and they were going on about it, I'm amazed i wasn't forced to watch the repeat which was on ALL weekend.
We do a lot of work with Finland and they have no idea whats going on, but then they were all drunk all weekend bashing each other with sticks in a sauna, so probably missed the whole thing. Lucky *******s.
rant over....for now.