No tears for Fritz June 6, 2006Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
This summer is going to be a whirly blur of booze and football. Three Danish friends arrive this weekend for I don’t know how long. Perhaps the whole World Cup. I spent some of the last one with them in Denmark. (Thankfully I’d left by the time England thrashed them mercilessly.) Apart from it being the time I had the blackest tan I’ve ever had, it was also the time of the oddest drinking hours. Because the World Cup was in Japan and Korea, the matches were often on at crack of dawn in Denmark. When Denmark was playing, we were obliged to celebrate/commiserate in the only way acceptable, which meant cracking open bottles of beer at 7am. Heaven. As Denmark hasn’t qualified this time, and as they’ll be on a ‘boys’ tour’ in Berlin, I suppose we’ll have to drink twice as much. And then there’s a stag party gaggle coming later in the summer. I need to get heterosexuals out of my life. (Mind you, heterosexuals don’t do drugs, do they? Or is that Catholics? I can never remember.)