My busted lip
That woman of mine! A darkened room, my lip, her elbow. Which do you think came off best? Hint: Something beginning with "elb". Good pout, though, huh?
Anyway, apropos of nothing, a friend said to me the other night, "I dunno how you do it, mate. How do you live with someone who supports a team in the World Cup that's not England?"
I was flummoxed. Not because I was offended in any way, but just because I'd never even thought it important that Wife wanted Italy to win. She and I have the following arrangement: she'll be sad if England go out (she's been here 20 years, for God's sake, and has a British passport!), and I'll be sad if Italy go out (one day I'll get an Italian passport, dammit); equally though if one of the teams win, we can both be happy bunnies.
And... I can't remember if I mentioned it... Italy did win! So, that's how I do it. How I can be with her. I knew there was something: I get TWO teams to support!
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permalink posted by * (asterisk) at 6:50 AM
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It's great being half Italian, especially when the shower of shite we call England get knocked out. I always feel defensive about Italy and it really pisses me off that most people wanted France to win on Sunday. On the other hand though, when I'm in Italy, I always get defensive about England especially when they all start calling English people hooligans. There's just as much hooliganism in other countries - it's so ignorant.
I did consder setting up a helpline for men who had received accidental minor injuries from their wives, but then, I thought we would all look rather like big girls blouses!
Still, I admire your candour.
When I first heard the "How can you be with someone who does not support England?" comment, it made me laugh, but the more I think about it, the more I'm offended! I cannot believe some of our own friends can be so absurdly parochial.
And *, you might get the odd fat lip (but you know that was an accident, and I have apologized plenty... somehow you forgot to put THAT on your little blog, eh?), but being inglese italianato, diavolo incarnato is not too bad, is it?
Oh stop squabbling you two. I am far worse! I couldn't be arsed to watch a tedious football match, and when I heard it went to penalties, I just sighed knowingly and got on with my weeding.
How bad is that?
ACT: I know! I remember that clip where someone threw a scooter from the top of the terraces at an Italian match. Insane!
Red: That's our friend for ya! Apology accepted...
Weasel: I read that last bit as "I got on with my wedding". Now that would be quite something! "Ah, it's gone to penalties. Might as well get married." And I'm nothing if not candid.
So was the injury due to football or naughtiness? ;)
Hmm. Truth be told, this happened a couple of days before the final, so it wasn't the footie. And truth be told again, it wasn't really "naughtiness" either. I think the full and true story is perhaps too embarrassing to reveal...
Ha ha this was a beautiful little post. I like that...and I like the kind of energy a couple deals with through comments of their friends. Very interesting stuff. Of course I think it's ridiculous that someone made that kind of comment. parochial indeed. I have a few other words that come to mind. But it's weird, again...I always wonder why the assumption is that two people have to like everything the same. I think it's highly erotic and fun and exciting when we have different tastes. Stagg and I are half entertained everyday with our differences in taste, shows, music as well as the ones we love together. It's sexy!!!
Um, for what it's worth, I also read "back to my wedding" from the lovely W.W. and it felt funny to read it that way! Very funny laugh I got. Both from the misunderstanding and the realization.
Cheers!
You gotta have differences, don'cha?!
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