Saturday, November 21, 2009

Henryhandballandthenthefloodgate

There is no escape.

If you've no interest in the football, like the lad I found myself sat aside last week in the Morkesh Bor, then you're drowning in a sea of hyperbole. You seek solace away from the indignation of the media and head for town in the pissings of rain only to find a sea of Euro 88 replica shirts with torches at the ready, ready to march on the French embassy, citing the blood (fucking BLOOD, like!) on the hands of Henry as their imperative.

If you love your fitba, you've to put up with the so-called reasoned heads telling us all to cop on, that babies are dying in Bi-Africa, that Brian Cowen is trying to eat the country, that NAMA is coming to steal our beer money, that people are being airlifted from their homes in Cork, that the public sector and the private sector and the soccer sector are all going to converge in a glorious re-enactment of the opening scene of 'Gangs Of New York' - 'Gangs Of Westland Row' - unless we cop the fuck on and go back to worrying about our future without doing a fucking thing about it.

Where do I stand? I've moved on to worrying about what I'll have for lunch. Soup is the frontrunner but I'm open to cheese on toast.

10 comments:

Goldmaster said...

You are like the end of a chapter in a very good book, left hanging, wondering, until you start the next chapter. I really need to know the outcome to the most profound part of your post please.
Was it soup or cheese on toast?
Apparently scrambled quail eggs on toast can't be beaten. On second thoughts they can.
In case you didn't hear, Liverpool were beaten 2-2 by man city (not a typo, they don't deserve CAPITALS)

hope said...

Do you know because of your influence, I actually READ an article on that yesterday so I could be able to make an intelligent comment?

And here you are, moving on like a grown up. Sigh.

At least tell us the outcome of the food decision. ;)

Radge said...

Soup, folks, I went with the soup. Mushroom.

Susan at Stony River said...

Soup was the right choice, dear.

The toast would have required putting your hand on it... oh Heaven forbid.

mapstew said...

Mushroom soup? The greyest of all soups. And yet, still more colourful than THAT debate!

McMuck and the Mystery of the Kuúgleflarg said...

For me, the biggest disappointment of last Wednesday night in Paris was not cheating Henry's handball, but missing out on a pint or three with 5X cause he was busy riding or something.

Radge said...

Don't be ridiculous, McMuck, he's not married. Everybody knows you can't have sex if you're not married.

Gypseysdog said...

I pardon myself for that again to you McMuck. But you'll understand, of course, the need to fill a lack of jubilation with a whack of jizulation.

See yizzers at 5xmas.



Yours, unmarried, 5x.

Radge said...

He makes a compelling argument for coitus.

Holemaster said...

Watergate surely?