beckham!!!

england through to play portugal in the 1/4 finals. a win is a win but what a craap way of doing so. did you watch the portugal/holland game? 16 yellow cards including 4 reds. Incredible refereeing!

current

book - "War and Peace" by Tolstoy - been reading it on and off for a year now :-);
music - "stadium arcadium" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers ;
film (last one seen) - "hard candy" 4/5;
dvd - "Vodka Lemon" 3/5 wtf was it about though???

football drinker's neck

a month (??) ago I had the physique of a roman god. Now, thanks to football and pubs, I have the neck of a beer addict. Damn.
Last night I was severly depressed. Korea had just been knocked out of the world cup, by Switzerland and France no less, and I was not very happy. Not happy because the Koreans had brought to me a sense of incredible joy, for their support of their team was absolutely incredible, even if their team was not such a match for the Swiss or Argentinian referee (the latter gave any free-kick that he could, no matter how rediculous the Swiss theatrics were, if a Swiss player fell onto the floor, allowed a dubious goal and drained the soul out of the Korean side) or the fact that they would have had to win the game to progress to the second round (last 16) of the World Cup.

The full line-up in the 1/8 finals (with my predictions) are: Germany/Sweden (Germany); Argentina/Mexico (Argentina); England/Ecuador (England); Portugal/Holland (Portugal - tough game!); Italy/Australia (Italy); Switzerland/Ukraine (Ukraine); Brazil/Ghana (Brazil); Spain/France (Spain - another close game?).
1/4 finals: Germany/Argentina, England/Portugal, Italy/Ukraine, Brazil/Spain.
1/2 finals: Argentina/Italy, England/Brazil.
Final: Argentina/Brazil (Brazil)

This was done before the Germany vs. Sweden game, which of course the Germans won 2-0. Not really surprising really, the Swedes (apparently) sucked (was listening to it on the radio - enough drinking this weekend, only tomorrow for the England game and we'll see later this week).
Making up for the lack of feelgood endorphins (achieved by being with beautiful women) by eating lots of crappy food and thus feeling even more crappy myself. And I have a fucking nasty cold. It's summer for fucks sake. In spite of my nasty cold I went running twice this week. Too many pints of beer at the pub (Avery) this week. looking at my array of personal self-portraits I cannot believe what I looked like before I started running.