Some days nothing goes right. The whole week has been like this. The bug has dampened my planet sized brain (and can I just remind you Pluto is no longer regarded as a planet), writing, studying, thinking, reading have all been strenuous this week. However today I arose after six to sun shining across the park, I must stop sleeping on this bench, and soon wandered around to the market for the veg. Two cheerless market men sold me the goods once again, and a third avoided smiling as he overcharged me for the next plastic bag of urgent supplies. These men originate in London and carry the 'London effect' with them wherever they go. There is something about the city that takes away humanity from the individual, and London specialises in this. I suspect it was the same in Rome, with its million inhabitants, and five thousand years ago in Ur of the Chaldees I suspect smiling in the heat of the day while pushing through the 65,000 inhabitants of the mud brick city was difficult then also. Funnily enough many villages find difficulty in smiling or being friendly also. Inbreeding and fear of people who do not possess six fingers on each hand I suspect there. North of Watford people tend to be more open, the small triangular corner based on Watford, spreading out along the south coast of Essex to Southend, and south through Surrey to the coast, contains the most off-hand and pig ignorant people in these islands. I am glad to be just outside that area, here folks are almost normal, usually.
The day could have been a happy one however, but this ended in despair. By half time in the Scottish Cup Semi-Final lowly Falkirk were three goals to nil up against Hibernian. Did I splutter and giggle while meditating on things to say to my Hibby friends? YES! However then the sad days returned. Not only did the 'wee team' recover and score three miserable goals to make the result 3-3 by full time, but in extra time the Leith scruffs went on to score a stormer of a winner thereby robbing Falkirk of a cup final and ensuring Hibernian once again attend Hampden park in May for another anti-climax! To cap it all I sauntered out for a break between games and it rained half way round. Now I expect my tea to be rubbish, Wigan to lose to Millwall in the English cup semi final, and the internet connection to disappear once again as it did yesterday for no good reason. 'TalkTalk' sort yourselves out! Bah!