The Days They Are A Dwindlin'.

All too familiar, and I expect more of the same the next few weeks.

With all my documents delivered, and my visa issuance number safely in my inbox, all that remains to be done is to snag a visa, throw a few things in a case, hitch hike to Heathrow (no money for a bus) and ride the big steel bird to the R.O.K.
So with just a week or so left, what will I do? For sure I'll be stuffing plenty of sausages down my Gregory Peck, as it's about the only food I miss that I can't get in Korea. I'll also be cheering on England in the pub, but with lower expectations going into a tournament than ever before. I am as patriotic as the next guy when it comes to English sport, but really, the way we're playing we will struggle to emerge from the group this time round. I hope to be proven completely wong, (sorry, Woy) and no one will be more happy than me about that. It's easy really, get it down & get it wide, as I believe Carroll IS the man for the big occasion...top scorer for the tourney...might be worth a fiver? COME ON IN-GER-LANNDDD.

Other than eating sausages and watching footy, I'll be killing time writing my book, painting and running, and as you can see, by writing more drivel on here.
I'll leave you with this - 'Oxo' are producing a cube in the colours of the George Cross. It's going to be called a laughing stock. Whoop Whoop.