I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Friday, June 9

Welkommen kum football

1441 days. Its been a long time, too long infact. Everytime its almost the same time as the last time, but the wait always seems longer. Its almost always as tantalizing when it arrives, and it always creates the same kind of frenzy in my brain as it has this time. Its that year again, that time again: the World Cup is here.

I could go on for pages and pages but I have a sneaking suspicion that you all probably don't care too much of how excited I am, what I have done to prepare for the world cup this time, how much my family is already sick about hearing of how cool and amazing all the countries I am supporting are. In lieu of your disinterest, I'll keep it short. Suffice to say that I am excited, ready and itching to watch all the games. It'll be a relief to monopolise teh tv after a nasty bout of Indian reality tv shows and soap operas, possibly the only things on tv that can claim to have surpassed the hatred I feel for North American reality tv.

Yessir, from this day on till July 9th is my time on the tv and yes, there will be cheering and jeering, and sporadic chants to the glory of Argentina. Football returns and I for one, could not be happier.