Come On, Dine With Me

The World Cup is here again. Obviously I was very excited. However, after the Come Dine With Me football specials were over (shortly before the tournament began) it all fell a bit flat. The competition seemed unlikely to provide anything as startling as Frank Worthington's avocado vinaigrette (an avocado cut in half with vinegar poured onto it).

Perhaps the best way to retain my excitement, I decided, was not to watch any of it. However, I did end up in a crowded pub on Saturday to see England play Algeria. The pub had recently been renamed the 'Three Lions Bar', though it seems unlikely to be a long-term thing. As I watched the game I found that the most interesting activity on the screen was going on in the top left corner, where a clock was counting away the seconds. Mind you, a lot of other people seemed to feel the same. I don't know why it bored me actually. I'm quite happy watching a film in which nothing happens for two hours and then it all ends ambiguously. As for the vuvuzelas, most of my music collection sounds like that.

A few chants were struck up. 'We're shit, and we know we are', was my suggestion but it wasn't taken up. I notice that James Corden and Dizzee Rascal have got together to do a World Cup anthem, a version of Tears for Fears' Shout. 'These are the things I can do without' - yes, see how the project helpfully critiques itself. Odd that it seems to be encouraging howls of therapeutic rage rather than cheers - or perhaps this is entirely appropriate under the circumstances.

Am I the only person to be bothered by the absence of a comma in the phrase 'Come on England'?