Well, Viva Italia, I suppose....
Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 01:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanFollowing on from tonight's (last night's to be more accurate) defeat of Germany by the Italians in the World Cup semi final, there was a great deal of fuss and commotion out on the High Road between about 9.45 and 10.30.
Lots of happy shouting and cars driving by, horns a-tooting. Some of this is no doubt due to the exuberance of the Great Unwashed taking a keen delight in the defeat of Germany. Myself, other than feeling frustration at their uncanny ability to get past us in penalty shoot-outs but rarely open play (and let's face it, the England side in any of its incarnations must take a fair portion of the blame for cracking at the vital moment, even when playing well), have never really begrudged them their footballing success, though by preference (after England) I have a soft spot for the Brazilians.
Anyway. Not all the noise, which we enjoyed to the full as all the windows were open in a vain attempt to disperse this infernal heat, could be put down to excited chavdom.
It hasn't occurred to me before, but there must be a sizeable Italian community here in Whetstone. Either that or one very excited Italian.
There is a very good Italian restaurant up the road. I wonder if they will have the final on in there on Sunday, and whether they will be feeling generous enough to serve extra-generous portions...?
That said, it's not cheap, so I will probably instead make something with pasta and eat it at home with a nice bottle of Italian red. I haven't made a humongous spag-bol for ages. Maybe now's the time.
In the meantime, it's all horribly hot and all to the point where health alerts are being issued. I am going to melt on the bed now and hope to sleep. With luck we will have a storm.
Bet we don't.
Lots of happy shouting and cars driving by, horns a-tooting. Some of this is no doubt due to the exuberance of the Great Unwashed taking a keen delight in the defeat of Germany. Myself, other than feeling frustration at their uncanny ability to get past us in penalty shoot-outs but rarely open play (and let's face it, the England side in any of its incarnations must take a fair portion of the blame for cracking at the vital moment, even when playing well), have never really begrudged them their footballing success, though by preference (after England) I have a soft spot for the Brazilians.
Anyway. Not all the noise, which we enjoyed to the full as all the windows were open in a vain attempt to disperse this infernal heat, could be put down to excited chavdom.
It hasn't occurred to me before, but there must be a sizeable Italian community here in Whetstone. Either that or one very excited Italian.
There is a very good Italian restaurant up the road. I wonder if they will have the final on in there on Sunday, and whether they will be feeling generous enough to serve extra-generous portions...?
That said, it's not cheap, so I will probably instead make something with pasta and eat it at home with a nice bottle of Italian red. I haven't made a humongous spag-bol for ages. Maybe now's the time.
In the meantime, it's all horribly hot and all to the point where health alerts are being issued. I am going to melt on the bed now and hope to sleep. With luck we will have a storm.
Bet we don't.