Crap.
There is bugger all like an injury or illness to bring you down.
Since yesterday I've been feeling sorry for myself and hobbling around like an arsehole after hurting my knee in a bad fall at Judo.
I'm a bit of a hypochondriac when it comes to joint injuries, so I've convinced myself that my Anterior Cruciate Ligament is gone, along with a moderate, yet heroically acceptable amount of cartilage and Meniscus damage.
It's probably just a sprain, of course, though it's easy for me to convince myself of the worst. Which is understandable, as the human knee is like God's cruelest joke on Man. Once your knee is fucked, you are pretty much fucked.
It does mean I'm going to miss at least a week or more of excercise though. Normally that wouldn't be such a problem, but with the World Cup on, my beer consumption rate has increased somewhat.

The tournament only started on Friday! I've got about 5 weeks of this to go!

Mrs B, Gawd luv 'er, being a veteran of a cruciate ligament reconstruction, thinks this is all hilariously funny and is not slow to remind me of all the times I apparently failed to meet her sympathy threshold when she was recovering. Who knew she was keeping records! Jesus!
Typical woman.

It is entirely possible there's a bit too much Football watching and beer drinking going on.
I'm also slightly worried about some of BB Junior's behaviour since the England game yesterday.

All I did was disagree with his analysis of England's second half performance. Honestly! Kids today...

Anyway, today, other than watching Football, I have been mostly shuffling around, grumbling and reading this.

Speaking of Football, how's the Portugal - Angola game doing? I've turned the TV over to 24, so am missing the second half.
That game had classic written all over it. Classic bloodbath, that is.
Angola, in their World Cup debut, against their former colonial rulers.
Portugal ruled Angola for something like 500 years, now after 20 odd years of bloody civil conflict, they are free. Free apparently to kick Portugal off the fucking pitch.
Portugal and Angola played a friendly recently. The match was abandoned because Angola had something like 5 players sent off.
They also have possibly the most terrifying flag in the modern world - black and red with a fucking machete on it. That flag surely makes a statement. That statement being - "Fuck off or lose your legs. Your choice."
They chose for their flag the colours of fear and blood, then stuck a fuck off big knife right in the middle of it.

Genius.