Psychoblog

we spent a long weekend in lincoln and had the best time ever.

lincoln is a very pretty place. full of cobbled streets and ye olde buildings, with a spectacular cathedral dominating the skyline. i’m not usually one for cathedrals. they are very imposing and scary and full of epitaphs written on the floors that i try my hardest not to step on. maybe i’m just getting more appreciative as i get older and become more like my mother (ooer).

once you get out of lincoln it is surrounded by fields and nice little villages. we stayed in one of these, on a farm with chickens, pheasants, hares, owls and the friendliest dog in the world. oh, and also some huge moth type creatures who come out at dusk and chase you up the lanes, no matter how fast you think you are running.

going around lincoln as a tourist was nice, but of course we were here for raf waddington’s international airshow and it was amazing. i loved the tornado with its variable pitch wings and the harrier with its thrust vectoring abilities. oo, listen to me and my terminology. i just mean that i think it’s so cool the way the tornado sweeps back its wings for going uber fast, and the way the harrier can hover and bow and spin around in midair. i was also really impressed with the red arrows (of course), their italian and spanish counterparts and will curtis who does really scary aerobatics. but really, i was just so amazed by the things these pilots were doing. can’t imagine what it felt like for them to be throwing these machines around the sky like that. i think the raf would be a really cool place for a career if it wasn’t for the whole wars and killing people thing. i would love to be able to do what these people can do. whether i have the bottle or not is another matter. maybe if my phd goes tits up i could find out. hmm, i could be the first female red arrow…tim henman could win wimbledon and george bush could start making sense. good daydreaming fodder.

god, it’s so depressing reading about progressive and irreversible brain tissue death whilst listening to muse.

well, it’s a cliche to blame the ref for throwing a game, but i don’t think anyone could argue that england’s treatment tonight was fair. yes, we didn’t play too well and if we were playing a better side than portugal then we would prolly have seen the match go beyond us much earlier. but we battled away and it’s goals that win games (duh) and we scored 2 to their 1 in normal time, which usually is enough to win. shame the ref decided to overrule the linesman and disallow our 2nd goal. yes, referees have a difficult job, but if they aren’t in a decent enough position to get a good view then they rely on better placed linesmen. they don’t overrule them. unless you are a grocer from zurich of course.

god i hate penalties. we always seem to lose them and someone always ends up crying. hmm, the disappointment seems to be kicking in now that the nervous tension is dissipating.

oh, and a note to the anti football mob that i seem to keep coming across these days. it’s fair enough that you don’t like football, but please let it be fair enough that me and other people do. i don’t wish the cricket team or formula one people or golf people badly because i don’t like those sports. i don’t mock people when things go wrong in their chosen sports, i just don’t take any notice. so please be moving along now. there is nothing to see here anymore.