Yesterday evening, I enjoyed some tasty food from a random food stand before the football. Today, well, it is the experience that keeps on giving. Unfortunately this didn't kick in until I was over half-way to work so I've been unable to go home either. Not amused.

Looks like the Italy/France match will be the last chance for these latins to salvage some pride. Due to the French showing last time, I discovered people really do say 'oh la la' with absolutely no trance of knowing irony.

The rest of the afternoon shall be a battle to take on board and retain calories, for without calories, we die. They should be loved, not despised. (I should really use kilojoules, but it lacks the personality of the calorie, plus the numbers are bigger as people cheat and drop off the kilo for calories all the time).