I have pulled off what must be one of the ultimate in multi-tasking achievements. I managed to discuss important financial matters with somebody while in the middle of drooling over sexy pics of Iker Casillas. Now that is an amazing multi-task. The luscious Real Madrid goalie wasn’t the only thing I enjoyed about Euro 2008 – I actually enjoyed the whole thing apart from the "England pox" infecting the English media’s coverage. And my silly neighbours couldn’t bark to each other about how flamin’ England would win (and then, when England lost, go "it was the faarkin’ referee").
I now can’t get this out of flippin’ italics, so the rest of this blog entry is gonna look like this.
Even though I’m not gay, I really wish I’d gone to the London Gay Pride on Saturday. From what I heard it sounded like great fun. I would have gone last year but it clashed with the Incredible Veggie Show at the Royal Horticultural Halls. I really must go to next year’s Gay Pride (fortunately the 2009 Incredible Veggie Show – it’s biennial – is in April).