Early start. Bit rubbish.
V&A Waterfront – nice to get out and about, but walked too far. Bit rubbish.
Football streaming service failed. More than a bit rubbish.
Football final score. Very rubbish.
Generally feeling a bit rubbish about today.
Let’s try again tomorrow.
Day 505 of lockdown. I’ve been doing just about as much as I can around the house, and now I’m feeling it.
Time then, if I’m going to have anything at all left for watching the first Premier League match of the new season this evening, for a really lazy blog post.
I’ve always loved the way this track warms up as it progresses.
But the truth is, even having dropped this from the Sheffield legends in here, I’m going to be asleep before kick off tonight.
More tomorrow.
This, from earlier:
“Tour rugby is done. Broken.
There’s no joy in such a technical game any more. All I see are fans, journalists, players and coaches remarking on poor refereeing decisions and deciding which players they feel will need to be suspended for next week because of what was missed in the previous game. Officials daren’t make a call anymore because then someone will make a two hour video about it and use it against them ahead of the next match.
No-one’s talking about any skill or ability or amazing play – it’s all just technical shit and to see who can get the the other side into more trouble. Constant whinging and whining from all concerned. It’s utterly pathetic.”
It’s really sad that the pandemic has ruined the experience of the Lions’ tour to SA. It’s sadder still that whatever cool or exciting vestiges that might be left to be enjoyed are instead being ruined by everyone with any involvement. It’s just brought out the worst in everyone.
Why bother next time?
The Open golf has been on for much of the weekend. I’m not an avid watcher, but it’s been on in the background while I’ve been doing stuff around the house.
This guy is my new favourite golfist. Why? Because of this:
“No. No! Greedy Bastard! Sit… SIT!”
Sounds like me chastising the beagle while doing an impression of Arnold Schwartzenegger.
A fairly regular occurrence.
There’s no good news today.
I’m not feeling great (no, not that).
Defeat for England (although), preceded by an unpleasant frontlash and followed by a (now sadly usual) disgusting backlash.
Rain, gales, floods and cold in Cape Town. More leaks in our house.
KZN and parts of Gauteng right on the brink of… something terrible.
Copious sexual intercourse won’t cure Covid-19.
More loadshedding on the way.
And this is just the stuff I feel I can share.
I have a lot of amazing memories from a few days away, and a lot of photos to process. But today doesn’t seem the right day to do anything except just hope that things get better.