I'm *so over* the World Cup and it hasn't even started. It's inescapable. If it wasn't enough that bloody England flags are everywhere, it seems like every single advert - no matter what it's advertising - has a football theme.
Enough already. We get it. Big soccer tournament thing going on, starting verrrrry soon.
Saturday night our "let's go out" plans were scuppered by S. getting sunburnt [yes, you read that right. Sunburnt. In England. There is sun here... sometimes.] Instead we hung out and made cocktails, and I wore my sunglasses inside against the glare of her burn...
I was also schooled about the England team, and it turns out there is one good thing about it.
The RoboCrouch.
Peter Crouch, all six foot seven inches of football player. Who likes to do the Robot dance every time he scores.
Maybe if we win the Cup [hahahahaha] we can get him to do the Funky Chicken...
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