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Surely the government can raise the money we need to fund the NHS by selling photos that they’ve taken up women’s skirts. Make your policies work together guys, come on.
I know that I personally owe a lot of people several thousand pounds, but I want you to know that you don’t have to worry. It’s all covered by the Brexit Dividend.
And so on.
I had a job in London this morning, which was quick and easy and and I was home just after lunch time. I walked through the village which is bedecked with flags after the fete at the weekend. The sun was shining and loads of people had joined in with a scarecrow competition. It felt like a lovely place to be. Maybe nicer because of having been in London just a couple of hours earlier. I wondered if I could swing it so that I’d work on Monday morning and then get the rest of the week off. Maybe do a podcast in the evening too. I am sure I will feel like working again at some point (and indeed I will have to do a bit in the next couple of weeks as I still have a sitcom to finish), but right now the idea of semi-retirement is appealing.
My wife is out on Monday nights (who knows what she’s doing or who she is meeting but she always comes back flushed and tired) and when I am in I have slipped into a nice routine of watching telly, having a couple of drinks on my own and gambling online. Tonight I drank two beers and a whiskey, whilst winning £6 at blackjack and watching England in the World Cup.
What I like about this World Cup is that no one is expecting England to do well, so no one can be that disappointed (though once the team played well and then lost the lead, I think that theorem was proven to be incorrect). It always amazes me that people still assume that older and bigger football nations should be thrashing the new ones. As tonight showed, there is a lot of luck in this game and the margins are small enough that a less star-filled team can compete and occasionally beat the bigger ones. This World Cup is likely to be won by a team that has drawn or lost its first game. Over relatively few matches anything is possible. Even England winning.
But at least now we seem to accept that we don’t have a God-given right to win just because we invented the game (and could take the ball home at any point).
Anyway, even though somehow the referee and the video referee missed the wrestling in the penalty box when it was Tunisia that was at fault and me suspecting that the referee’s family might be being held hostage somewhere and then murdered when Kane put in the winner, England won a game. And played pretty well, at least at the start. And gave enough hope that they will be able to disappoint us all as usual.
Anyway, I had fun half-watching and had £6 more in my virtual pocket than I had started the night with and live in a village with bunting and scarecrows. So I am already a winner.
