Monday, June 14
Another Day, Another, erm, 2-Day Hangover
Hangovers don't last for two days, right?Mine fucking well did. Although my head wasn't hurting as bad this morning as it was yesterday, I still had a lingering hangover-headache which stayed with me for the rest of the day.
It also seemed to be amplified by the smokers in my household. Our living room was pretty damn smoky today, even though we had both windows open for the whole afternoon. It seemed like my head pains would get worse every time someone lit up, which was almost constantly. I live with one chain-smoker and another guy who smokes a lot, certainly a lot more than usual.
I've given up moaning at them though, it really isn't worth my time and effort because they are so indignant and ignorant. And I put money on them reading this and then bitching to me about saying that. Fuck it, whatever, they know I absolutely hate smoking and hate the fact that they smoke in the living room, but they also know that non-smokers are in the minority (just) in this house, so we have to have smoking in the living room. But such is life.
Well, such is life amongst smokers, at any rate.
Anyway, there was only one reason to get out of bed today. OK, two if you include the cricket, but basically there was only one. Can you guess what it was?
HOW THE FUCK DID WE LOSE THAT GAME?!?!? HOW?!?!?!?
Honestly, HOW THE FUCK DID WE LOSE THAT GAME?!?!?!?
I blame Emile Heskey. I also blame Sven for letting Heskey get anywhere near the pitch in the first place, but mostly I blame Emile Heskey. He cannot play football. EVERYBODY except Sven realises this. I hope they absolutely crucify him in the papers tomorrow.
HOW THE FUCK DID WE LOSE THAT GAME?!?!?!?!?
It would have made such a great start to the tournament, and to the summer overall. But fucking Emile fucking Heskey had to make a fucking stupid fucking challenge in a fucking dangerous position, with one of the world's best free-kick takers on the field in the opposition team. You absolute fucking moron! Fucking donkey, stay off the field! Even if Sven sends you on, tell him "Sorry, but no, I am a shit player and don't deserve to wear an England shirt. I will not do this country the dishonour of playing for their national team."
And don't even think about getting me started on Gerrard's backpass...
