What World Cup?

Apparently there’s a World Cup starting in a couple of days. My only contribution is to be slightly miffed when JFGP insists that the game is called soccer [1]. It isn’t, it’s football.

Regardless, I’m generally fairly oblivious to the round ball game, and can sum up my sentiments about the next five weeks as – what he said.

I’d also like to make the point that I’m not in any way taking the mickey out of Mr Housewife even though he is claiming that because of this sporting festival he will be glued to the goggle box and won’t be able to leave the house for five weeks. I am particularly not pointing out that this will make it rather tricky to take Ethan to school and pick him up again each week day.

[1] I blame those bleeding Backyardigans. That’s it, the bloody show is banned.

Update: A quick viewing of Dora the Explorer this evening shows that the multi-lingual map follower may also be to blame. I’m going to lock out Nick Jr on our set top box.