Life for Lola

Where has the morning slipped? It's run like pennies down the leg of my life, out of a holey pocket onto the ground of history.

I must say that I am enjoying the football but through complete ignorance the ladyfriend and I seem to have an engagement for nearly all of the England games. On Sunday we were in the Royal Festival Hall watching Elaine Paige belting out "Don't cry for me Argentina." We shall be able to see tomorrow's second half as I am at work and next Thursday we will be back on the South Bank to see Lypsinka. What bad planning, worse than 1960's architects with sackfuls of concrete and a town centre to fill.

Part of me is glad as watching England is so painful. This way we are unable to watch Heskey lumber around or Michael Owen goal hang, waiting for someone to kick the ball to his way.