summer sizzlers
I haven't posted for a month. Why, you might wonder. Ah, well, because it's World Cup season and I have caught a mild World Cup fever. There is truly nothing like being in a proper English pub, sipping a pint while watching on big screen TV England's soccer (football) team do better than expected. The experience of watching teams from all over the world play a little football in an event that is as infrequent as the Olympics is only half the thrill. The rest of the good time is being surrounded by screaming, swearing, hugging (I saw one man spontaneously lift another in a giant bear hug when England scored) , singing, gesticulating half-sober men, women and often children who are also watching the game on the big screen TV in the proper English pub. I absolutely wish everyone I know could be here for this because it is such good stuff.
Along with World Cup Fever, I have become an avid pursuer of anything famous and while I have always enjoyed playing and watching tennis, it would be a stretch for me to call myself a fan of professional tennis. That did not stop me (and I'm so glad because it was incredibly cool) from going to Wimbledon last week where I was lucky enough to watch Andy Murry play on Center Court.
Wimbledon Town is lovely. Perfectly landscaped and architectured and villaged. It was thrilling to be on "The Hill" where many people go to watch the various matches on a huge theatre style screen. Wimbledon Village was much bigger than I expected, but the courts were so small. On TV the courts always seemed so much bigger than they were up close and in person. I was happy about that, because it meant that I had a great view from my cheap seats and saw a lot of hard-core impressive tennis action in play.
Yesterday was Canada Day and EuroPride in London. Can I just say that nothing could have been better. I have always loved Canada and living in London has only encouraged my affections. There are loads of Canadians living in London and one of them is my very good friend Tanya. She introduced me to words like nutter and winger (both mean a person is insane). It's my view that she needs lots of words to describe insane because she herself is completely crazy and using said words makes her seem, perhaps, slightly more sane than those she observes. She is fantastic and I am so happy that we're friends. Since I want so desperately, at times, to be Canadian (along with many other Americans living in London) I was thrilled to have a day to pretend. The fact that it was combined with EuroPride was just gravy on the potatoes. The hats in the pictures are made out of beer boxes. Tanya got them on-line and they were a huge hit at Pride and at Canada Day. Strangers were asking for photographs a lot; it's probably the closest thing I will ever have to a paparazzi experience. Oh. It was just fun. I actually wish everyone I know could have been here for that too.
It was a long day, and I was plenty worse for wear by the end of it, but what a great time.
Along with World Cup Fever, I have become an avid pursuer of anything famous and while I have always enjoyed playing and watching tennis, it would be a stretch for me to call myself a fan of professional tennis. That did not stop me (and I'm so glad because it was incredibly cool) from going to Wimbledon last week where I was lucky enough to watch Andy Murry play on Center Court.
Wimbledon Town is lovely. Perfectly landscaped and architectured and villaged. It was thrilling to be on "The Hill" where many people go to watch the various matches on a huge theatre style screen. Wimbledon Village was much bigger than I expected, but the courts were so small. On TV the courts always seemed so much bigger than they were up close and in person. I was happy about that, because it meant that I had a great view from my cheap seats and saw a lot of hard-core impressive tennis action in play.
Yesterday was Canada Day and EuroPride in London. Can I just say that nothing could have been better. I have always loved Canada and living in London has only encouraged my affections. There are loads of Canadians living in London and one of them is my very good friend Tanya. She introduced me to words like nutter and winger (both mean a person is insane). It's my view that she needs lots of words to describe insane because she herself is completely crazy and using said words makes her seem, perhaps, slightly more sane than those she observes. She is fantastic and I am so happy that we're friends. Since I want so desperately, at times, to be Canadian (along with many other Americans living in London) I was thrilled to have a day to pretend. The fact that it was combined with EuroPride was just gravy on the potatoes. The hats in the pictures are made out of beer boxes. Tanya got them on-line and they were a huge hit at Pride and at Canada Day. Strangers were asking for photographs a lot; it's probably the closest thing I will ever have to a paparazzi experience. Oh. It was just fun. I actually wish everyone I know could have been here for that too.
It was a long day, and I was plenty worse for wear by the end of it, but what a great time.
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