WE NEED ANOTHER WILLY!

It must be the homemade bread wot did it.
After toasting a couple of thick slices I logged on to the BBC's sports pages and got lost in the nets. Love it! I've left a couple of links in 'my fav sites' if you're interested.

The more I read the more I want it to, forgive the pun, kick off!

The Beeb aren't showing an England match till the 23rd June when we play our final Group C game against Slovenia. (Could be the Group of Death) And, depending on how we've been playing, it should either be a flags and pizza match or chewing nails and gin match. The former I hope...
All of England's games will be on BBC Radio Five Live and BBC sports online will do stuff aswell. So there's no excuse to miss anything.

But till then all eyes will be on ITV1 for our first fight against the USA in a few days time. This is bloggo waffle of the worst kind, I haven't rough drafted this post, deciding to let rip whilst the juices are steaming. Talking of steaming I woke in the middle of night screaming! I was enduring a nightmare of horrific proportions and woke up making an awful row.
Yuk!
Maybe it was the night time nuts wot did it.

But after cereals and tea and a brisk rub down with a soapy hand I felt much better.

I am in such an optimistic mood today that even the bathroom ceiling can't floor me, even the mountainous midge bites on my inner arm are nothing more than pin pricks, even the rain feels sweet.
I love my football!


P.S.
Whatever happened to 1966 World Cup Willy?
I expect he's dangling in some wardrobe with his stuffing hanging out yet still bearing kisses of the best kind...The kisses of relief!
I love Willy X

Loss

I wonder if Gordon Brown dreamt as I dreamt last night, that's assuming he slept at all.

My dream was one of loss, a loss so overpowering that my gut instinct was, on waking, to speak out thereby laying myself open to either re-assurance or ridicule.

I expect Gordon doesn't need to sleep though to be ravaged by such raw rancid emotions. His every waking hour must be taunted by fear. Fear of losing his position and fear of his beloved Party being out of government for a generation.

The sickly long winded chit chats between Cameron and Clegg must have the Prime Minister bent double with frustration and grief not to mention rage. He must wonder how C&C would ever be able to maintain a working relationship given they are diametrically opposed on many issues. Opposites attract so the saying goes but a marriage of convenience never really works. The cracks will begin to appear immediately, probably after their first kiss, and one or both of them will wonder why they ever got hitched in the first place. Power my dears Power. That's why you signed on the dotted line.

Meanwhile Gordon shuffles around in the night like an injured animal, his much wanted sleep interrupted by hazy fading pictures of him in his youth, when ideals shone and his night times were filled with hope.

But now the grizzled Scot is being kicked along like road-kill by a deluge of rejection and, perhaps the most unpalatable sight of all, the excrutiating spectacle of his natural allies, the Lib Dems becoming intoxicated and raped behind a veil of blue.

After this most debilitating spectacle ends I hope that all the leaders sleep well and that none of them dream of loss.
For to spend your night dreaming of loss is to make nightmares of your day...

Ladies and Gentleman Pray Stand For The Queen. That's Her Over There In A Lather.

Well the great day has arrived and as I sip my umpteenth cuppa I'm feeling more and more nervous. I have no idea what the other ladies will be wearing so I'm hoping my black and flashes of red ensemble works:)

I will be picked up by my gentleman in a lovely black car and be whisked away to a Saxon hall...I'm already wondering what time it'll end because I'm usually in bed by nine and I so don't want to fall face first into the pudding at half eight:(

Full report some time over the weekend:)