Last last night, before I went to bed I was faced with a dilema of such great propoertions that I want to call it some more impressive than a plain old dilema. I want to call it a Gordian Knot or a Sword of Damocles or a Focault's Pendulum. None of them work (and the last one is a book I believe) but dilema just doesn't suffice.
I was on my way to bed, as I may have mentioned, having seen little Johnny Howard offer a highly commendable concession speech after he had his little bottom kicked by that Kevin Rudd.
My partner asked me whether I'd have chosen the Liberals to be kicked out of Australian politics over England qualifying for Euro 2008. The immediate pain it caused me led to believe that if I did have such powers I may have misused them.
I tried to justify my hesitation by reasoning that the difference between the Liberals and Labour really aren't all that pronounced nowadays so were I to prefer subjecting myself to the usual summertime quarter final humiliation then things wouldn't really be all that different. That didn't really stack up as I don't think the world is going to change all that much whether England qualify or not.
However, I'm glad I'm bereft of such powers as I fear that they may be in the wrong hands...it wouldn't be public knoweldge after all would it?
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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- beefandcheese
- Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.
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