Saturday, 1 November 2008
No surprises (Juve 2 - 0 Roma)
Edvard Munch, in 1894, has a premonition about Despair against a red and yellow background. Clever chap.
I didn't watch the game (I'm working, of course) but it is the resulted I expected. Indeed, it's precisely the result I predicted in the prediction league I intermittently remember to take part in. I can't summon the energy to say much right no, not least since I have 16 essays on Fascist Italy still to mark this evening. But, y'know. Ouch. How much longer will Spalletti have? how badly are we going to lose to Chelsea on Tuesday (who once again have prepared for their game against us by slotting 5 past some north-eastern no marks). Will we manage to get into the top half of the table by Christmas? Will it be 2011 before we next play in Europe? and when are we going to accept that Totti is old, and substantially broken, and buy a fucking striker?
I will share two more cheerful pieces of news:
I made a really tasty dinner tonight: aubergine and pea curry, with tarka dal (the dal was exceptionally nice, though I say it myself) and rice and chapatis. Yum. also cheap and healthy. happy days.
I have a new article out in a book which should, you have a spare £47.50 to spend you will be able to obtain via Amazon, in the unlikely event of your enthusiasm. It's actually one of my better pieces of work, and some of the other essays in the collection are excellent, so if you are interested in military history, collective memory, cultural perspectives on warfare or owt like that, then you could do a lot worse. Also woot for me and that.