Thursday 8th July 2010

And so another week draws to an end. In fact has just about drawn to an end as I have tomorrow off work due to a hospital appointment, and another session of being prodded and poked lays ahead. This means having Friday off, as I am now ‘nil by mouth’ until after the appointment and am now living on air and water. Which, and lets be honest about this, is no bad thing as I could do with losing a pund here and there and there and there.

And so on.

We are near to the end of the festival of football that is the World Cup; 62 games played and just two to go, and the final will be between ‘virgins’ Holland and Spain; should be a good match, two good footballing sides, but then we say this before most good games. Last night Spain outplayed Germany to win 1-0, by not letting Germany have a kick, which is one way of doing it; with Puyol, the Brian Connolly lookalike scoring the only goal with a permed header. Iberia went mad.

At work, things are going quite well, as I get to grips with the failings of the company and try to change things, no small task, but by the use of an avalanche of mails and coping in everyone I can think of, things are changing and nuggets of information are reaching me. The next step is to put in systems so that things will be better in future for people in my position, and be better for the company, and their much-trumpeted call of being global world leader will be well-earned.

Driving to and fro to work is, for the most part, a pleasure. It is the height of summer, and the hedgerows and side of the roads are a riot of colour as nature reclaims the periphery of civilisation, or as close as Thanet comes to that. The dual carriageway near Richborough power station, or it’s skeleton, is especially fine with wild bushes and other wild flora taking root and thriving.

As the world cup comes to an end, the thought is that in three weeks the football season will begin and the whole crazy thing will begin again. How is this possible; football just about 52 weeks a year? Can this be a good thing? I don’t think so; we need several months off it, with no football at all, and less on TV, so what is on is treated as a treat, not, ‘oh no, not more football!’ But, I am guessing, things will never change; 38 or 46 league games for each team, six Champion’s League group games, who knows how many knockout rounds, FA cup, League Cup, international games, Europa League and more besides. Once the season gets going there will be Football League games on Friday and Sundays, Premier League games Saturday (twice) Sundays (twice) and Mondays, Champion’s League games on Tuesdays and Wednesdays with Europa League on Thursdays with sometimes three games on that night. Phew indeed.