A Sporting Regret and a Literary Risk.

I watched the women’s footie match between England and Germany a couple of nights ago. I paid special attention to the twenty two women on the field and came to the conclusion that the German ladies outscored our dear Lionesses in the matter of prettiness (only by a small margin, but the margin was there nonetheless.) They also had the more artistic shirts, although it could be argued that ours were graphically stronger. I’d say that made the scoreline 2-0 to Germany. The fact that they ultimately scored more goals than we did was merely incidental.

And here I go making another post which is consciously and carefully designed to wind people up. I seem to be in that sort of mood lately. Maybe it’s because I’m about to start reading Dubliners by James Joyce. I read one paragraph in the shop and decided that it offered no threat to my eyesight, my peace of mind, or my health in general. I gather it’s more than can be said for his infamous Ulysses.