Fußball = most pointless of games. I have never seen the attraction, although of course we are all different and we're all entitled to our own bizarre hobbies and passions.
Still, it is offensively noisy and it takes a special kind of inconsiderate asshole to play it in the only quiet room in the hostel. It took a special kind of lunacy to put the damn thing in here, too; mind you, the players can probably be forgiven because they are Statesian Americans, and therefore congenitally incapable of feeling guilt about their actions.
If they could also leave the tuneless key-bashing of one or both of the little upright pianos out I would apprectiate it. Small children can do this, yes they are allowed to experiment. As soon as you are out of pre-school (`kindergarten` I believe it's called on Planet USA) however you need either lessons or a clip around the ear with a brick.
Someone wrote, that I recently read, that when a European is faced with any problem the immediate thought whether expressed or not, is `What's wrong with me?`
An American faced with the same problem will be thinking `What's wrong with this guy/thing/place/whatever?`
I'm liking the sweeping statements today as I need to make easy sense of the world without too much equivocation and as few niceties as possible, for today I am Finding Work and it's a bit of a bugger.
Having approached half a dozen shops in town and been rebuffed at every turn but one, I'm only glad that the lady in the Nelson Mail office was so helpful and has given me a cunning idea, namely to present the most professional possible CV ever to be passed around the departments and hopefully viewed with some interest. I'm thinking spiral bound, hard covered, 4 or 5 page offering including a sample of various styles of article and both large and small colour photos clipped inside the cover. they are big on photos here and every CV and application seems to want one, so I might go to the trouble of getting some decent shots.
Aaaaanyway, looking forward to a medical tomorrow where I probably will be told a number of disquieting things about what I should not have done and what I now have to do to make it all right again, or possibly be diagnosed with some treatable infection and/or a horrific illness. I'm looking forward to it with great relish, as you can imagine.
Still trying to find the all-important themes and settings and events for this book idea too. And as I have so little adventure to report I am reduced to filling in this post with all the trivial mindless bollocks above, so tough turds, folks, sorry.
