World cup '06: Please drink any beer except Riceweiser...I fank yew.
Where on earth does the time go to? I am convinced there were still 50 odd days to go 'til the fussball frenzy. But no, just nine days to go and they're off...especially those diving bastards whom referees seem to miss unless said player is wearing an England shirt. That statement is being repeated in 30 different languages: insert team of choice.
However, my original rhetorical question was about time.Einstein's theory of time speeding up as old bugger genes kick in must apply to this question.As a young boy, summers were long, hot and sunny with nary a cloud to be seen.Six weeks pre-decimal appeared to last twice as long. I only took the christmas tree down a week ago and it is now June!! I have already heard several references to 'The longest day' on the radio...Stop it you bastards!
Tomorrow we can all cast a clout...sun tan creams, shorts and sandals; drowsy buzzing insects; the sound of a distant droning aircraft and a mower in the far distance.Iced tea until the sun hits the yardarm before G&T's or a cold beer; BIG novels and Oooh!That sun lotion is a tad cold on the skin...turn over and toast the other side. Dog panting in the shade looking hopefully at her ball...too hot to move.It's only 2 o'clock...hours to go yet.
Who am I kidding ...I'll be at work roasting in a bloody traffic jam or hot office dealing with crap.But you never know, it could happen and there is usually a mgic weekend which matches the above.
I must away as a beer has my name on it.