Perhaps I should say something…? I have nothing to say. Nothing profound, nothing interesting. Nothing worth speaking up about, nothing inspirational, perverse or obtuse. Nothing abstract, forthright, or peircing. Nothing. Nothingness.
I’m intrigued by the madness of it all. The twisted mazes. The twirling ribbon, the balancing ball on the board. The hapless. The wreckless. The protruding. The mistaken.
They had to start it, they didn’t finish it. They sat in the middle and laughed before the ending. They pointed. Stole. Kept. Sold.
Pirates. Them all.
About bloody time that the Socceroos were treated like the A List National sporting team that they are (well now at least). No longer relegated to the Foxtel pay-TV juggernaut, Socceroos games, including World Cup qualification matches, will be placed on the anti-siphoning list. Well done, can’t wait till 2013.
Maybe I won’t need to get Pay-TV after all…