Boys done good
Today, a football team played a football match and beat another football team. This has made me very happy. Very, very happy.
When a football player scored a goal I was jumping up and shouting so much that Beth looks scared and almost burst into tears. She then saw my mile-wide smile and everything was okay again. She’s a wee star at the moment; incredibly good-natured and inquisitive, and she looks to be very close to standing unaided. That would be ahead of schedule, I think, which probably means she will be deficient in another area of her development. Maybe she’ll grow up to be a Rugby Union fan? Urgh.
We had a good weekend too, also involving a football match. M&I went with Nick and Lou to watch Sydney FC win a big semi-final against Adelaide. The quality of the match was poor – even Nick thought so, and he’s a Spurs fan – but a raucous 30,000 crowd made the event very entertaining. Afterwards, we headed to the Moonlight Cinema to get bitten by mossies and eat soggy crackers. Oh, there was a movie too – Good Night and Good Luck, which was very good.
Seen a few videos too, but I can’t remember what they were now. Neeed sleeeep.
This sound familiar? -
We trained hard, but it seemed every time we were beginning to form up into teams, we would be reorganised. I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by reorganising, and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency and demoralisation.
From Petronii Arbitri Satyricon AD 66 (Attributed to Gaius Petronus, a Roman General who later committed suicide)