If you think its bad at home...

So the World Cup is finally here. Thank god. I don't know how much longer I can handle hearing about Wayne Rooney's foot! It has been at the top of the news for the last month...as apparently all of England's hopes for winning seem to be pinned on this metatarsel.

London has turned into a sea of red and white. People are pinning flags wherever they can - prams, scooters, bikes, apartment windows, balconies, all over their bodies...and the TV has had World Cup specials and documentaries on for the last few weeks, the only one of interest being the behind the scenes look at Posh & Becks pre-cup party.

For someone who is a sports buff, I don't know why I can't grow to like soccer. There's just something about it that bores me to tears - the fact that it can be so slow, with possibly no goals being scored in an entire match totally frustrates me. I sat down yesterday and watched 5 minutes of the game between England and...can't even remember who...but one goal was scored while I was watching. Glad I turned the TV off when I did, because that was the highlight of the match - no other goals for the entire 80 or whatever minutes.

I'm still barracking for the Aussies but once they're gone I will be counting down the days until the whole thing is over and we can start focusing on the AFL grand final (which I'm predicting will be an Adelaide vs. West Coast game)!