Literal of the day...

I'm editing a feature on gay weddings. In a list of the top-ten destinations...

5) Iceland – the most pro-gay rights of any country in Europe – and weddings in front of geezers with the dramatic landscape has proved popular for our clients

I'd like to think the writer spelt 'geysers' that way deliberately. I suspect they didn't.

Deutschland here I come

Finally got around to putting in my supplementary application for World Cup tickets. As I've already got two matches, I could apply for five more. I've mostly gone for less attractive games, and was limited by geography - I'm staying in Dusseldorf, Essen and Unterhaching (a Munich suburb) for two days each from 14 June. The vague plan is then to head to Berlin, where my brother-in-law Ian has just started an MBA, and even if I don't get a match there, there will be beer and football.

I applied for:

Korea v Togo, Frankfurt, 13 June
Argentina v Serbia, Gelsenkirchen, 16 June
Portugal v Iran, Frankfurt, 17 June
Holland v Argentina, Frankfurt, 21 June
Ukraine v Tunisia, Berlin, 23 June

The first and last would seem the most likely to be successful. But it's going to be so massively oversubscribed I won't be at all surprised if I don't get any more.

It is, of course, sod's law that I've applied for three matches in Frankfurt, which is on my personal top-three list of Most Hated Things (along with trade shows and washing up).

Footy ramble

I don't normally post things wot I wrote here, but I'm actually quite pleased with this one. I picked up the London Owls newsletter from the printers this teatime and read my editorial properly – it was more of an account of our exploits over Christmas. It's invariably written in a big rush and this time was no exception. However, reading it back just now, I'm actually rather happy with it. So I shall inflict it on the wider world.

( Under the cut, to protect the footy avoiders (but feel free to click anyway!) )