It seems sensible to put ones faith in scientology rather than any semblance of hope in our national football team.
But a strange unjustified faith is what we had, even after seeing Rob Green throw the ball into his own net against the Americans, even after seeing spindly spider legged Algerians play us off the park and then even after scrapping a win against someone called Slovenia. Yes, a strange faith that would somehow be enough to see us win against the Germans...
We didn't win of course. The Germans secured a lucky four-one old style thrashing.
It came to pass that we gave up on football and revelled in the sun. Music, BBQ, canal swimming, there was just enough positivity left to get us through the rest of the day.
So another good turnout out at the pattern cutters warehouse. Great crowd of wonderful loving people, not the result we wanted, but still a chocolate covered treat of a day.
In love and kindness, Ollie
