Saturday, March 22, 2014

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

It appears that I have announced the death of Paul's sister prematurely. When he called me to say he had to rush away it turns out that she had "only" greatly worsened, though the prognosis is not good.

I am extremely embarrassed.

In Austin Powers when Mustafa takes an age to expire or in The Quiet Man when the old guy gets up from his death bed to watch the big punch up it is pretty funny. In real life when you have to tell a load of people you've jumped the gun, you feel like a prize chump.

Even by my exalted standards this is a faux pas too far.

While I am on the subject of my own fallibility, I keep forgetting that you get a point for losing a game in the Surrey U13 rugby games. Yesterday's musing on the possible permutations of the nail-biting close to the season may not stand up to close examination.

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