Spain and the World Cup: Seb Blatter Blatted
Well, with Seb Blatter blatted by the populous of the world game, having thrown himself on the ground and pretending to be injured, it leaves only the Rugby World Cup in England in September to tantalise and excite.
Of course, there is always the World Series (above - a scene from Industriales playing in Havana, 2014), but a 2 month holiday for that would be a bit excessive.
Your correspondent will be taking you through Spain, Fagan's France, then to England, camping out near Oxford at Woodstock (not the music festival). The journey begins on the 5th September, so the warm up phase is still quite extensive - from now, June 2015.
We have a half dozen games to watch in person at various 'stadia' from Twickenham to the Millenium in Wales, up to Leeds (which I thought would be more of a home for coal mining league games) and Manchester. We also plan to have at least one long weekend watching matches on the tele in a pub or two in Woodstock.
As we progress, don't hesitate to ask questions, about anything. Answers, right and wrong (both incorrect and politically offensive) will be proffered, without hesitation. Why stop to think? That is a rhetorical question. But in the spirit of The Games, that is the plan.
I'm watching out my work window, as the Bridgewater Jerry slowly sinks into the Derwent, causing a cold snap of minus 5 in Hobart. Tomorrow is the annual Rugby Luncheon at the Casino - Wrest Point. We have guest speaker Rod Kaffer. I'll know more about what he knows about after I've listened to him, being interviewed by Tim Cox - formerly ABC presenter in Hobart, Gold Coast and Brisbane, and knowledgeable.
Then comes the long weekend! The Australian institution! I used to think it was peculiarly an Australian thing to want to have Mondays off nearly every week, or certainly at least once a month. But no! There are other countries where the only thing that keeps them running is that they don't go to work. Argentina: down at the restaurants by 11am every day. Italy: in the piazza all day. Greece - well, they re-invent currency to keep afloat.
But, until soon, ciao (or Buenos noches). PK
Your correspondent will be taking you through Spain, Fagan's France, then to England, camping out near Oxford at Woodstock (not the music festival). The journey begins on the 5th September, so the warm up phase is still quite extensive - from now, June 2015.
We have a half dozen games to watch in person at various 'stadia' from Twickenham to the Millenium in Wales, up to Leeds (which I thought would be more of a home for coal mining league games) and Manchester. We also plan to have at least one long weekend watching matches on the tele in a pub or two in Woodstock.
As we progress, don't hesitate to ask questions, about anything. Answers, right and wrong (both incorrect and politically offensive) will be proffered, without hesitation. Why stop to think? That is a rhetorical question. But in the spirit of The Games, that is the plan.
I'm watching out my work window, as the Bridgewater Jerry slowly sinks into the Derwent, causing a cold snap of minus 5 in Hobart. Tomorrow is the annual Rugby Luncheon at the Casino - Wrest Point. We have guest speaker Rod Kaffer. I'll know more about what he knows about after I've listened to him, being interviewed by Tim Cox - formerly ABC presenter in Hobart, Gold Coast and Brisbane, and knowledgeable.
Then comes the long weekend! The Australian institution! I used to think it was peculiarly an Australian thing to want to have Mondays off nearly every week, or certainly at least once a month. But no! There are other countries where the only thing that keeps them running is that they don't go to work. Argentina: down at the restaurants by 11am every day. Italy: in the piazza all day. Greece - well, they re-invent currency to keep afloat.
But, until soon, ciao (or Buenos noches). PK
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For me "Orangeboy's" posts continue, even after all these years, to have an almost magnetic appeal. In my opinion his writing bears the same relation to post-existentialist philosophy as does Enid Blyton's to Logical Positivism. High praise indeed, if i might say so myself!!
Bring it on Orangeboy (A.K.A. "The Fructologist")