Tuesday, 24 June 2014

More things to do during the World Cup 2014

Go to a neighbourhood Saturday night party where the following nationalities are present:
  • Spanish
  • Portuguese
  • Brazilian
  • Australian
  • Kiwi
  • Swedish
  • Dutch
  • Arabic
  • French
  • American
  • Welsh (not just OH, in case you were wondering)
  • Italian
  • Colombian
  • Latvian
  • Iranian
  • and many others no doubt...

And do not discuss even ONCE anything to do with the round ball.

Follow up with picnic the next day (to finish off the amazing contributions of multinational food) and we all play....


Fa. Bu. Lous.

all we were missing was the sand!


Friday, 13 June 2014

Things to do during the 2014 World Cup

For those of you who are new to here, some advance notice: this is a football-free zone.

With the LCM tribe being a pretty sound rugby playing/watching/cheering family, the game of the round ball does not genuinely feature in our household.

Example: when Widget (aged 8 1/2) says he "supports Arsenal", and I query why, he answers, "Because [insert name of best friend] does."

That just about sums up our collective enthusiasm.

So, given the fact that for the next two weeks (I think, is that how long it lasts?) all we are likely to hear on the telly and the airwaves is:
a) how poorly England is faring;
b) what England should have/could have done better/instead/earlier/later/never;
c) what the WaGs are wearing/buying/drinking/sniffing/eating;
d) how the heat/rain/humidity/sticky knickers are affecting the players;
e) what a glorious team England had in 1782/1848/1966;
f) loads of other claptrap, etc, etc, etc...

I therefore propose the following:
1. everyone in their right mind switches their telly off for the duration;
2. we all go outside and take advantage of the fair weather (because that is a whole other favourite topic of conversation in Blighty)
3. if it is too dark to engage in point 2 above, we go to bed early, read a good book and get a sound night's sleep.

And if that fails, then you can always resort to watching the matches, but with the sound turned off* and some funky soundtrack playing in the background.

Far more productive use of your time.

You're welcome.

* because some presenter's commentaries are, honestly, just too dire for words


Monday, 2 June 2014

Kevin's contagious case of senility - part 2758 or thereabouts

Gawdomighty - June already? How did that happen?

One minute I'm trying to unstick my frozen fingers from my bike's handlebars, and the next I'm getting sunburnt legs from sitting on the sidelines (whilst keeping my sweater and jacket firmly on) in a stiff wind, watching crazy children swim in the Atlantic over the half-term break.

Okay, I'll admit, I ventured in as well after much cajoling threats splashing persuading from beachside companions.

I warmed up again sometime yesterday afternoon.

Anyhow. Amnesia. 'Twas some time since this made an appearance.
Or possibly I was just unaware of it.

Never mind.

A phone call over a week ago from BB, asking if I had checked the mail delivery.

I hadn't (yet).

A following question as to whether I had entered her in Blenheim triathlon without telling her.

I hadn't (not this year at any rate).

The discovery of a complete race pack addressed to yours truly amidst the day's post, despite no recollection of officially entering.

yes, really - you are not imagining things

Surely my amnesia was not so bad that I had completely forgotten about this?

Some hours later, the mystery was solved.
After digging around email archives and going through past bank statements, I found two rather telling items:
1. confirmation that I had "successfully secured a place in Blenheim 2014", and;
2. payment taken from my account for not one, but TWO places (me and BB) on August 30th, 2013.

Lessons learnt: do not 'register interest' in such events unless you are a) sure to take part, and b) happy to allow others to just 'take payment'.


(note to self: ask for replacement brain for next birthday)

As for those amongst you wondering whether I will be taking part now in Blenheim 2014, the answer is, "Non!"

Kevin is meeting on the same date, hosted by the Wine Writer - far more important.

As the Lovely Radiographer quipped in reply to my faux pas above:
"There are plenty of triathlons, but 'Kevin goes mad in the country' occurs but once a year!"

True. Plus I will be in good amnesiac company.


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