Thursday, June 10, 2010

Not another World Cup post

I know what you are thinking. Why should I read my way through yet another dreadful something on the World Cup in South Africa? You are right, I absolutely hate football, and I couldn't care less about the whole thing. At work my colleagues (even the girls who should be talking about spray-on panty hose, Yves Saint Laurent shoes and Sex & the City 2). It's most disturbing. Frankly watching a number of men run from one side of a field to the other chasing each other and a tiny white ball - not my idea of a good time.

If I wanted to watch totty running around I'd subscribe to Ruggerbugger.com (NSFW). That said, I do have an opinion. I've got an opinion on most things, even if I know nothing about it.

That said, it's here, it's slightly queer and just to make it more queer I'm giving you my take on this abomination. First up, I've got to present you to our Danish team.


I know, they aren't exactly cute.


Our World Cup song, The Danish Way to Rock by Nephew. Not the worst song.

That said, I favour another nation. The Italian, whose song is dreadful.


The Italian squad. Yum, Yum!

That said, they look better if you peel off their little outfits and put them in Dolce & Gabbana.





























Let's go a little behind the scenes..



Yes, we know who we are supporting!



Just for a laugh though, let's take a final look back to a time where everything was a bit unfortunate when it came to... everything. The singing too. A Danish World Cup song called Re-Sepp-ten (an amusing take on spelling the recipe (Sepp being the trainer at the time)) or something like that.



Oh yes, the stuff of legends.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

New and exciting

You are probably sitting there, just waiting for me to tell you all the exciting things that's happened over the past almost (oh gosh!) month. Time flies when you are having fun. Or at the very least when you are busy working.



Constantly running around, with the paps and adoring fans at your heels. Still, I managed to slip away on a boat on May 28.





No, we didn't rent out the worlds oldest working steam engine boat, but rather a newer model that ran on petrol. It made sure we got home alright too. Well at least safely to shore.

It was a lovely birthday party. Once off the boat, we went to a hotelroom and partied some more. There was cake, and wine and a fabulous atmosphere.



One could say it was a magical night.



Now one sits here, glass of Mo√ęt in hand thinking about all the lovers



You know, if love is really good you just want more - and I'm getting it!