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What the hell is it about Football, FFS? - dorsetgirl
June 21st, 2010
12:35 pm
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What the hell is it about Football, FFS?
Yes, I know it's the World Cup and all, but seriously?

My two older boys go to "this is a Grammar School, you know - if he can't keep up with all his homework you should be asking yourself whether this is really the right place for him". So, an institution dedicated to Education and Taking Things Seriously for those of an academic turn of mind.

So what have they done?

"A number of students have made representations to me ... we have rearranged the school day as follows..."

On Wednesday they're starting the day ten minutes early, shortening registration, lunch and LAST LESSON by fifteen minutes each, so the staff boys can get out at 2pm instead of 3-25.

The Primary School my youngest goes to has taken the opposite tack, presumably to cut down on the number of kids roaming unattended round the village, and they're screening the match in school, with a small charge to cover the half-time burgers they're apparently giving out to everyone.

I've worked for bosses (men, obviously) who were utterly scathing about women taking half-days for kids' school plays and the like, but thought it perfectly in order to rearrange important meetings so that the men could leave early to catch a football match. Without taking annual leave, naturally.

Ye Gods. We did actually watch about twenty minutes of England v USA, but having autism issues in the family meant that we simply couldn't cope with the vuvuzelas any longer than that.

I read somewhere that in this country there are actually more people interested in Family History than in football, but I feel it may be a long time before we get the latest from the National Archives on the News every night.

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Date:June 21st, 2010 07:24 pm (UTC)
IDEK, don't get me started on the random excessive cultural importance apparently attached to watching a bunch of millionaires kick something across grass. And the fact that when the women's team do it no one apparently cares (including me, but mine is a universal uncaring)

There was a piece of advice in the paper today saying that if you watch the TV mute and have the radio commentary on the vuvuzela's are a lot less bad; I can't speak from experience but I thought I'd pass it on in case it was helpful *g*
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Date:June 21st, 2010 10:32 pm (UTC)
I'll probably be half-watching, once I get the younger one home from school. Come to think, if he wants to be the sad lonely loser in the playpark by himself I shall have to listen to it on the car radio, which I don't know how to use...

Not that I'm actually interested, but there's something about not knowing something that the rest of the world knows about that just doesn't sit right with me. Sad, I know.
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