Little Things

Goats Cheese Spinach and Onion Chutney Pizza

 

I may not be the most confident person in the world. I have more bad hair days than good. I cannot run very fast. Or very far. My skin is a state. I am clumsier than most toddlers. I snort when I laugh too hard. I cannot pronounce the word ‘particularly’.  I often sometimes eat cake for breakfast. I’m not the world’s best photographer (see above). And I’m certainly not one to blow my own trumpet…

But damn, I make a good pizza.

Who Am I?

My life in the last month has taken an interesting turn. Something has happened to me. Something completely unexpected. I don’t even recognise myself anymore.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have become a football fan. A shouting at the TV, discussing last nights game with the guys at work football fan. I have World Cup fever, and I’m already worrying about what I’m going to do in the evenings when it all ends.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still not 100% behind football – it’s still just a bunch of overpaid, entitled egos running up and down a field. I don’t really understand the rules, and no, I have no clue what “offside” actually means, but damn, it’s compelling. I’m particularly enjoying watching slow-motion replays of the goalkeepers’ faces as they realise the ball is going in the net. And laughing at players faking injuries and getting denied by the referee And seeing the cocky teams get knocked out (yeah, Brazil, I’m looking at you).

As it turns out, the best thing about football is also one of the most enjoyable things in life…the delicious schadenfreude. Because there are few things that make you feel better about your own shortcomings than laughing at someone else’s.