I... know nothing

I increasingly identify with this man.

Last week featured a highly amusing expedition up to the Stade de France with Beave, to watch France lose 2-1 at home to Slovakia. France wasted about a dozen easy chances to score, while Slovakia had about three half chances all match and scored twice - a stunning angled drive from Nemeth, and a clinically executed free kick, both from the edge of the area. Little Jimmy, the hotel's resident child - and budding football fanatic - was inconsolable on Thursday. I laughed cruelly at him and pointed out sensitively that, unlike France, England won. Meanwhile the Argies also lost, and Germany went down 4-1 in Florence. Anyone who complains about the England performance, under these circumstances, needs boiling.

Last week also saw possibly the most immature argument ever seen between two football clubs, in the run-up to the PSG-OM grudge match. Result: Marseille pettily refused to send their first team, turned down the tickets allocated to their fans, and turned up with a bunch of reserves. PSG, in the way that only PSG can, managed to turn what should have been an easy win into a 0-0 draw. I've been to watch them several times over the years, the Parc des Princes generates a fantastic atmosphere considering it's full of French people, but they really are one of the most frustrating, underachieving, and generally arse clubs in the world. (Note: at Christmas they were 2nd in the league and doing just fine. Out of the blue, they sacked their manager, and brought in a new president. They are now 7th and haven't won for 6 matches.)

For those of you disappointed at the lack of a weekend Timberblog excursion, this was due to a healthy social life on Saturday, and a completely unhealthy social life on Sunday.

In unrelated news, I have made my first short fillum. Click here to see it. This site will also let you make your own.

[Film rated 15 for strong language and mild sexual references.]