Three Lions or Three Rabbits?

The World Cup is in full motion and I'm euphoric with football fever. I haven't missed a game so far regardless of the fact that besides Germany's performance yesterday the play has been very VERY boring. I find it funny that the media have spurned a football pundit in absolutely everybody, even the saps who have never been into football before talk pitch technique... badly I might add. The swarms of girls/women coming into work with tight-fitting England slogan shirts (not actually England strips) is comical, a few slogans to take note of being 'want to score with me?', 'I'm a team player' and 'I'm a top shot'.... there aren't enough emot-icon winks in the World to satisfy those.

I feel so unpatriotic to say however that I don't have much faith in our team. It just isn't the sum of its parts. Individually the players fit in their premiership teams, but there is no cohesion as a national unit, too many big egos in my opinion. Prominent players of the past 15 years have been those that stay away from the media and paparazzi, who don't dwell in fast cars and promiscuity. Take Owen, Shearer, Gerrard and Sheringham (who bizarrely only became a media rat post retirement). I just think as the England squad they forget what playing the beautiful game is all about, the glory and hype of the keen English fans has completely gone to their heads. Rooney went on that pitch knowing the entire country thought he was the big daddy, I forgot he was even there on Saturday....

Football jargon aside, I wish more people would have a lion's confidence to be themselves, instead of succumbing to the headlights that are peer-pressure and trend, and becoming a fake entity that is not only completely obvious but dangerously vulnerable.

The Power of Three

Overhearing a phone conversation the other day between my mum and my aunt, they were discussing my aunt's current bad luck, and the fact that incidents like that 'always happen in threes. It got me thinking about my current affluence in 'luck' or if I dare to say it, my lack of 'bad luck'. There are 230945094 reasons why I hate my job, and my financial situation is anything but to be desired, but beyond the odd film evoking emotion in me or my short temper rearing its ugly head, I'm happy.

My failure to be understood is my biggest problem. I've got this ostentatious chip on my shoulder about girls outing each other, and physical appearance being so socially predominant. I'll always be hindered by a frustration of wanting the rest of the World to see these things the way I do, it's hard not to become consumed with how cruel and shit the world is. I'm in a constant personal tug of war between being a fantasist and a realist. I'm both the world's scorned enemy and jealous lover. If all the real 'emo' music in the world doesn't take me through this summer then I'll feel it has been thoroughly wasted. Mineral and Elliott have made me impassioned, exonerated and harbouring a reckless determination to live life full of lust.