Now unless you are one of those people who avoids sport like the plague it is becoming more and more difficult to feign ignorance or indeed indifference to this global football fest in South Africa which starts next month.
So with that in mind my World Cup blog starts here. But before you groan and shy away in droves perhaps I should explain that it may not be quite what you are expecting. Here’s why! You see I received a special invitation the other day, and delivered in such a way, it’s an offer I can hardly refuse. Remember Shazza? That rather statuesque and intellectual lass from Gateshead, the one with the forthright views I met on the train the other month?
I was sat in the back garden the other day under the sun shade enjoying a typical late spring afternoon. The rain was coming down in stair rods, the breeze a tad horizontal and I was eating a freshly made black pudding and tomato sauce butty when I heard a noise. Quite a loud noise too, and it was getting louder by the second. So much so that even the whippets and pigeons stopped and looked skywards. A small single engined bi-plane came into view and was heading my way with a Biggles like figure hunched over the controls. As I watched a gloved hand appeared from the open cockpit, waved at me, stuck up two fingers and threw down a silver coloured canister. It landed at my feet. Obviously a message of some sort so I picked it up, unscrewed the lid, took out a rolled up piece of paper and read:-
“You are cordially invited to join me on the road to South Africa for the World Cup. Live the experience, breathe it, eat it, drink it, and watch it with me.
Love Shazza x
PS. Bring a pen and notebook, you’re a good writer and you can tell the folks back home what we get up to.”
There you have it. How could I possibly refuse such an unusual and exotic invitation? So over the coming weeks join me and Shazza on the road to South Africa to the World Cup Finals. We leave in a few days time and I shall blog the journey ‘live’ as it happens.
Must dash, still have to pack.