Oh my little chickadees, things have been rather busy in these parts as of late. Evil papers on a myriad of different boring topics ranging from authoritarianism in Singapore to Satan's portrayal in Paradise Lost. Kill me now.
These be perilous times I say.
Welp, things are beginning to slightly look up. I'm awaiting the arrival of my brand spanking new SLR which methinks is stuck somewhere along the 49th in a customs bin. The Alcoholic Cousin Who Has An Affinity for Vodka is on a whirlwind 5 day US Turkey Day tour and is gracing me with her presence tonight at the Beac, which should lead to some fun times. Hopefully reminiscent of the summer antics which she regaled me with in the motherland.
w00t ACWHAAFV.
And of course how could we forget the sports? NBA, NHL and added to the mix a ridiculous amount of cricket (which has led to fisticuffs between Thaththi and I over the merits of America's Next Top Model vs The Ashes). Then there's the rugby, where every weekend I get to feast my eyes on things like the above.
Unfortunately they don't show all of the games live in these parts in English, so I had to rely on the TV5 (yes, yes the infamous TV5) feed to get us through the New Zealand vs France match. FIrst off this led to some hilarious results as I was expected to provide simultaneous translations into English. Much to my father's chagrin, Rugby terms were never part of the French curriculum that I've been studying since I was 8. As a result this led me to say things such as "the ball has been liberated," and "he's in trouble for pushing." As always I'm so quick to pick up on the nuances of the language.
What's that? Yeah, I know, I even amaze myself sometimes.
Something I noticed is that aside from the language (put that in for Cap'n Obvious) French commentators, are really nothing at all like their English counterparts, their styles are totally different. I'd hazard to guess that an English commentator would have immediately mentioned something about the "new" uniforms that France was wearing to commemorate 100 years of test rugby with New Zealand. But no. I was left gaping at teh hawtness which was parading itself before my eyes exclaiming to Thaththi that yes, those French bastards have amazing style.
Small, creased, pressed, white shorts?
Check.
Incredibly thought out accessories in the form of tricoloured belts and white socks?
Check.
Hipster-esque, tight vintage jerseys complete with quaint embroidery?
Check.
All in all I thought that the dandy look suited them really well. And then? Half way through the game, the bloody commentators decide to point out that, oh yeah? Those new outfits? They're a one off.
4 comments:
Haven't been watching the cricket? England performing spectacularly badly..tis fun :D
No, gawd no. No cricket for me. I can't make heads or tail of the game. I personally think it's as boring as baseball, which falls in just under American Football.
*dodges angry vegetables*
But I'm sure for anyone who understands wth is going on, it must be great.
Dear $deity, you heretic you...
loads up his rotten veggie cannon and takes aim.
Ok, baseball.. fair enough. But American football?
I might somewhat indelicately quote an acquaintance who justified her NFL habit by saying "muscular men in tight half pants. What's not to like?". There is more ass on display than at the donkey market. Surely you can see the merits of that uniformed approach?
Engerland, Engerland, Engerland. They haven't a prayer of winning the Ashes now, so my kiss of death is working :D
Un-arm yourself dear drackity. Tight cheeks ensconsed in spandex? I'm so there, but it still doesn't prevent me from glazing over from time to time.
Yes way more eyecandy that cricket and baseball that's for sure.
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