Robert Green: minus one.

Work today went pretty averagely; it wasn't very busy so I spent most of my short five hour shift walking around doing nothing. This time was lightened towards the end by the appearance of Jamie Miller, Ewan and Shannon. They hang around for a fairly long time, which injected much-needed banter into my day whilst making it look as though I was serving these "customers". Double Win.

This evening I headed to town with Danny, Catriona and Florence. I did yesterday mention Pauline's presence was planned, but due to her exponential amount of fail, she pulled out at the last minute. Nonetheless, we went to Wotherspoons where we watched the World Cup as a minority of England supporters. Oddly enough, two men sat next to us and seemed to be responding similarly to us. I spoke to them and discovered they too were supporting England; they were as shocked as me to find fellow supporters, to which I explained that "I am English, and my friends are sensible." On that subject though, it actually stunned me just how much people care about England losing. It's such a petty thing that I can't believe you have grown men sitting in a pub willing a particular team to lose. I guarantee that if I'd asked them why they wanted England to lose, literally 9/10 of them will have no reason; it's just a pathetic stint of racist ignorance hard-wired into so many around here. I briefly spoke to James, Darroch's brother, in Drum beforehand, where we discussed the world cup; he interestingly pointed out that while he cares so little about the World Cup, there is a small part of him that is willing England to win simply to make these ignoramuses unhappy; the obvious flipside to people with the mentality to find pleasure in willing a team to lose. Moving on however, the game was pretty interesting. I kind of feel England played a bit better, but that's all immaterial because at the end of the day we only drew 1-1. The ONLY reason this happened is bloody Robert Green with his atrocious "save". Thankfully, we managed to stop many more goal attempts, because I came close to a heart attack every time the ball neared him, let alone was kicked straight at him. We had loads of attempts, but whilst many missed, a good few were on target, but USA's goalkeeper seemed to be doing a pretty good job.

Moving on from football, I wasn't keen on the amount of people and noise in Wotherspoons so I suggested we move on to somewhere else. We did, and ended up in Ash, the bar next to the Train Station, previously featured here when me and Darroch intercepted a Masquerade Ball. It was really nice there, and we all had cocktails. I was in my element there, as it was posh enough to be impressed but laid back enough to relax.

The bus home featured guest appearances from Jamie and James Redmond. It was Jamie who created a plethora of awkward silences with his odd views on people who go on a murderous rampage. Less said the better really, but we were all slightly disturbed by him, even the bulletproof Redmond. This was followed by a knackering cycle home, and here I am blogging before collapsing on my bed.

Song of the day has no particular relevance, it's just a ridiculously cool song. I have to use an annoying fan-made video. Not to say it's not well done and thought out, it's just not the official video, nor is it Corey Hart in it. EMI are gay and won't let me embed any official videos of it. ENJOY.