June 26, 2008

It's half time between Russia and Spain, and she's just broken out the Haagen Dazs strawberry cheesecake ice cream.

She feeds herself a scoopful, looks a little puzzled, then turns to me.

"I want you to explain something to me," she says, "you know, you being a man of the world and all that."

I adopt my sincere face - the one you use when preparing to be effortlessly impressive.

"Yes?" says I, allowing my eyes to glance above the rim of my rather ace spectacles.

"What date is it today? June 26, right? So why is it dead rainy and cold?"