I can't believe how stupid I have been. I have just realised that I will be on a train on the night of the World Cup finals. When the schedule said 12th July, I didn't read the fine print (12 midnight=11th night). So I booked for the 11th.
This means I will (very likely) miss watching Germany pick up the cup this year (there's my prediction for you. No, I'm not channeling Paul, but I wish he were mine).
*sob*
9 comments:
Paul used to be the Walrus. Now he's an octopus?
Hmm. If you happen to cross certain towns at the right time, some vicarious pleasure lies in store.
About Paul. Red, yellow and black over silly pastel colours anyday. (We tried it with the monkey. But yeah, Spain is a problem.) As Izzard would say, it is all in the flag.
km: this must be a reincarnation. :-)
veena: what? what? please explain!
SB: I was thinking of a few football crazy N Keralan towns but no luck since you come from the East.
Paul (and monkey) likes bright coloured things. Flags. Importance of flags explained here.
Hup Holland!
Veena: All the same, Paul was right. So tragic.
Cat: And I say Spain. :D
This works out very well, actually: I get to watch Germany/Uruguay and don't care so much that I miss the final.
What a blog. Wow.
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