killer bees

I’d like the World Cup games, except for the vuvuthingy (surely I the only one who thinks that sounds like a euphemism?), which cuts through every other sound in existence and makes me want to shove a skewer through my eardrums and get all stabby on any South African in the vicinity.

Here’s me on Saturday night with enormous headphones trying to unsuccessfully escape the interminable buzzing by rocking out in the bathroom with Does it offend you, yeah massively cranked up on the iphone …

Note the quite burnded, but still very elegant, fingies.
You may also note the haircut which I’m really quite pleased with.

Quite possibly the worst World Cup ever – except for the food, which has been really very good indeed.


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