I've been all around the globe and it is strange that you can go to so many countries and there is a distinct divide when it comes to the adoration and castigation of the English. Like many in this country hate the French, the world in many quarters despise us as a population. I hate what I see myself on a daily basis and it makes my imagination run wild with anger at how shocking the people are here. No love, no community, no aspirations other than a craving for cigarettes and alcohol. The Government must smile a Cheshire...
Monday, 17 October 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Ingerland, The Final Nail In The Proverbial Coffin
I've always liked football, why wouldn't I? I've played it all my life and my team are doing well in a difficult league. Though contrary to popular belief, however, I am falling out of love with the Game in this country.
A typical football fan's adoration will steadily increase over time, much like the climb up Mount Snowdon. However I'm more of a Table Rock Mountain: I've plateaued and the only thing keeping me there are the famous words Més Que Un Club. They are the Angel on my shoulder, constantly at odds with Beelzebub.
The...
