This week was also spent just watching football. The games got better and England got worse. I'm actually too depressed to even write what went wrong with England.
The only small highlight of my week was getting drunk all Wednesday in "The Mason Arms" beer garden when England managed to smash the footballing powerhouse that was Slovenia. It's a brilliant thing that when England play football, the whole country decides to stop work, whilst I continue to still do no work. Nick, Benny and I all got drunk, which I think is fair enough but some people need to have a long hard look at themselves. Regardless of whether England are playing, no one should be snorting cocaine at 3:45pm on a Wednesday like several people in the toilet of the pub. Also for the whole match someone was openly smoking weed: the pub is a bit like an drinking hole you'd find in a Mad Max movie. The funniest thing about this lost society was that for the whole second half of the football it was actually more entertaining to watch the guys who'd hoovered up the naughty salt than the football. One bloke literally would have smiled if Slovenia had scored 12 goals in the second 45 minutes.
"Watching a man chew his face off is more exciting than watching England play football": someone show this quotation to the FA please.
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