The new season's fixtures are up for the Premiership football. My beloved Stoke has an easy start - away to so-called local 'rivals' The Dark Place Wanderers, managed by The Most Morose Man In Football, Mick McCarthy (whom I rather like actually).
I think Stoke will be happy to qualify for the Europa League this year - Champions' League next year. Got to walk before we run.
Is everyone enjoying the World Cup? I've seen bits, but not loads. Instead, I read 300 pages of apocaplytic science fiction short stories last night, and feel rather strange today. The happy shouts of playing children bear an extra-sharp edge, and the relentless heat seems to presage doom. I'm in an ideal mood to mark some resit essays!
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