No more football

So, goodbye then, Weltmeisterschaft 2006. We got to see nasty little Ronaldo cry, the Germans discovered how to wave flags, the Italians scraped the cup on penalties, and we all still love Zidane. Not really the best football - fear on the pitch and the bench saw to that - but it certainly was a great party.

Dealing with withdrawal symptoms by attempting a return to normal life, I went to see Match Point again at the Freiluftkino at Marienenplatz. On the way there I assured my friend that yes I certainly did know how to put up a deck chair thanks, and easily at that. But what does pride come before? Arrival at the venue soon led to a lengthy period wrestling with said piece of fiendish apparatus, trying not to get in a rage. Finally all appeared to be as it should, so I sat down. Only I didn't, instead I quite unexpectedly lay down on the ground, with the offending 'chair' lying flat beneath me, and the surrounding punters unable to stifle their guffaws. The shame.