Went to our Town Hall today, and was attended by a very pleasant lady whose pen had an England flag on it – as also did every one of her fingernails - passed a white Mercedes on the way with The Flag painted all over it. It looked like an ambulance. All symptoms of how worried we are about the outcome of tomorrow’s game against Portugal. (For strangers’ information, the Portuguese coach has already knocked England out of the World Cup – in 2002 when he was coach of the Brazil team – which then went on to win.)
When reminded of this fact in an interview this morning, the England captain, David Beckham, was moved to hitherto unattained flights of oratory: ‘What’s past is in the past at the end of the day’, he said. ‘We’re quietly confident.’ (Personally I think it’s time we reminded them that it was us who kicked Napoleon out of their country.)
Speaking of clichés, have you noticed it with weather forecasters? ‘Spits and spots’ of rain, showers ‘few and far between’ - they’re given a bag of clichés before they go on camera to see how many they can squeeze into the forecast. (The French ones are the same.)
Don’t you hate words that stick together
Like chocolate biscuits in hot weather?
Those adjectives which, I submit
Are stuck with nouns they should have quit.
Are all tones dulcet, mercies tender?
All reapers grim and hopes all slender?
Got to go now to see if Argentina beats Germany. We play the winner - if we beat Portugal that is.