The World Cup 2010

As the impending competition hurtles inexorably toward us, my thoughts turn to weekends and the whole concept of peace on those days. Don't get me wrong, I love football as much as the next man however on a day which used to be one of the sabbath, it does seem rather churlish to puncture the quiet and solitude of a bright summer's day with the noise from tooting car horns and St George's flags unfurling and billowing in the gentle breezes off the roofs of cars driving around . Now some may say that I am a killjoy and am not patriotic, well there is a semblance of truth in that statement however I may say that to me, and it is only a personal reflection on life that Sundays always used to be special, a time for families and a time for reflection after a very busy week at work. I could never ever understand this mentality for patriotism, after all we all live on clods of earth, just different clods around the globe. How does someone get so worked up over a clod of earth, and quite frankly I prefer a good roast lunch on a Sunday with a decent bottle of wine and good conversation before I consider watching football. Society has changed over the last 50 years and in many respects I have to accept that, however reflecting back to the days when families could get round a table and engage in witty and verbal social intercourse during a social occasion like a family meal, I wonder whether we are now missing out on something beautiful and in many cases far more valuable than the high pressured, power crazed sresses of the current day. Ah well.....memories !!! no one can take those away can they ?