Hola. Hope you are well.
After spending a chunk of last week’s blog post bad mouthing rugby, have a guess who watched the last 20 mins of the Wales match and 60 mins of the New Zealand game? Yep that’s right me. I still maintain it’s not a great spectator sport and I think ‘Her With One Permanent Job’ agreed as when I was watching yesterday’s game, she mentioned how if she had got to the TV before me she could have been watching the Andrew Marr show. I did flick over to the Andrew Marr show and it might have been abnormally slow moment but nothing seemed to be happening. In fact it made me appreciate the rugby a little bit more.
As for the Rugby, tis the final on Sunday and I will give it a watch, as long as I get to the TV before ‘HWOPJ’ . For those who have not been following the Rugby World Cup, the final will be between France and New Zealand. After their victory in the semi-final France were described by one pundit on ITV as the worst team in the tournament, they’ve also fallen out with their coach, they’ve been beaten by Tonga and struggled to beat a Welsh team that were a man down for 62 mins. New Zealand on the other hand were favourites before the tournament and bigger favourites now, and they have home advantage. So why am I thinking of putting a couple of quid on France to win? There’s probably an obvious answer to that question.
In domestic news, I woke for work as usual one morning last week and went to put on the light in the living room and nothing happened. I thought the bulb must have blown, so I went to switch on the lamp and again nothing. Due to my northern working class sensibilities I thought we must have been cut off but then I thought we pay the bill by direct debit so we couldn’t have missed a payment. I then decided to see if it had affected anywhere else in the building, so I opened the front door and tried the light just outside, nothing. At this point I was ready to go back inside and bemoan my luck, only to hear a female voice say, “hello”. This put me in a slightly awkward position as I just had a top and boxer shorts on. In hindsight I probably should have gone back inside and put some trousers on, as she had only seen me through frosted glass, but not wanting to appear rude and look like I was ignoring her, I decided to go out in what I was standing in. I was met by the couple from upstairs, dressed more appropriately, ie not in their underwear. The woman went on to introduce herself and her husband, as she pointed out that we’d never actually been formally introduced to each before this. I wonder if there’s ever been a more informal introduction in the history of introductions?
On to politics and the Liam Fox furore. It does seem a little odd to me that as the Defence Secretary Liam Fox’s mate Adam Werritty was able to sit in on high-powered meetings. I know I wouldn’t be able to allow my friends just to wander around in the schools I work in and I certainly wouldn’t be able to get away with having them present in departmental meetings. You might have thought the Ministry of Defence may have had a similar or even more stringent policy on such matters especially as they are dealing with national security.
One of the reasons why I can’t take this story too seriously is that Liam Fox, as well as being a politician is also a doctor and therefore he’s sometimes referred to as Doctor Fox, which makes me think of the DJ, Neil Fox who in the 90’s and the early 00’s was also known as Dr Fox. I realise being a DJ is a very important job, those songs won’t play themselves. but even at the time it did seem a little ridiculous that a DJ would try to pass himself of as a doctor. I know the song says, “Last night a DJ saved my life” but I’m pretty sure this was a metaphoric saving of a live. Anyway feel free to let me know if as an adult you’ve tried to pass yourself of as a doctor or someone in authority.
And Finally… Working in schools I am aware more than ever that I need to be relatively careful what I say in these blog posts, so I was a little surprised when I read about a teacher in Hull who had a go at the pupils at her school and the people of Hull generally, during a Facebook conversation. Apparently words such as ‘thick‘ and ‘inbred‘ were mentioned and in the article one mother was disgusted because she had to explain to her child what inbred meant. That must have been an awkward conversation, “so son, you know how your dad is also your uncle ….”
Til next week, stay safe!