Some days ago I wrote about the first time I was in Santiago Bernabeu. Well, the first time I was in a Stadium was this xmas in Hull, northern England. I watched a third-division match between Hull and Doncaster. Although the 26,000 seats in the Kingston Communications Stadium may look negligible compared to the 75,000 in Bernabeu, it was a funny experience to share Hull’s victory with the English supporters. Hull City now leads the league with four points more than Doncaster!
By the way, am I suddenly addicted to football?
January 29th, 2004
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
This planet has – or rather had – a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.
Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.
January 25th, 2004
I’m not a big football fan. The second time in my life I’ve been in a stadium was last wednesday, when Real Madrid played the Copa del Rey quarter-finals against Valencia. The result: 3-0. The experience: quite amusing.
January 24th, 2004
