Published on 12, July, 2020
Anyone else out there, like me, who's sick to the back teeth of Football? Luckily, thanks to never watching mainstream media or news, I'm not as bombarded with it as in previous years, but still, enough still seeps through to irritate me. I'm convinced that being completely disinterested in watching grown men run around a field kicking a ball between is an autistic trait. I can't think of much else that seems so utterly tedious and pointless. I suppose it gives people an excuse to celebrate pride in their nation, which I think is very important. And, if England win (whatever it is they win) then I suppose it will also be one in the eye for all the Remoaners who are clinging on to the fantasy of rejoining the EU.
I'm loving the football. Everywhere is so quiet. No traffic, quiet restaurants, peaceful streets, open spaces free of people - it's lovely.
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I managed to park outside my house on Friday evening instead of way down the end of the road presumably because everyone was out watching football. Nearly half the road was empty