Well considering that this post deals with (almost) entirely British subjects, it would be a good idea if you all read it while trying to keep your upper lip stiff.
I have been following the British elections very closely. And it is quite like watching a P G Wodehouse novel being enacted. Stiff upright Brits making gaffes all over the place may not make for a nice picture if you are British, but for the neutral observer, it does lead to quite a bit of hilarity. In fact Gordon Brown seems to be just another re-incarnation of George Bush (similar initials apart). So Mr. Brown was caught slandering a member of his electorate in private. Which probably would not have been such a huge thing, save for the fact that he still had a TV microphone attached to his tie. So the entire country heard as Mr. Brown referred to 'that bigoted woman'. Ah the perils of modern technology! Maybe Mr. Brown can take a lesson or two from Barack Obama and his Blackberry. In fact it is great to have a President who uses technology as comfortably as he gives speeches on a nuclear free world. Which reminds me, it is great to have a President who can actually pronounce 'nuclear' correctly. I simply cannot erase the image of George Bush going 'eh nuclar, erm nucular, ahem nuke-ular hehe'. Anyway that is quite a bit of digression. Coming back to the Brit elections on May 6, a new leader shall enter No. 10 Downing Street. And I can bet you my last bit of money that nobody is going to do a Sonia Gandhi and listen to their 'inner voice'.
Staying on in Britain and moving on to Arsenal. Actually let us move on from them as well. 1 draw and 4 defeats in the last 5 games. I should start supporting Mohun Bagan or East Bengal. At least they will give me something to cheer about on a regular basis.
In the British national sport then (which has quite certainly been hijacked by the Indians), the world cup is finally underway. More importantly the IPL is over. Which is quite a shame really. I was actually getting the hang of Zoozooing (verb: rapidly uttering incomprehensible mumbo jumbo, punctuated by high pitched squeals). And I had also almost overcome my urge to stick a pin into the hot air balloon which was pioneered by a company supposedly at the forefront of technological innovation in India. But the MRF Blimp is now gone. And it has taken the Zoozoos with it. What a pity. In the World Cup, as such, there is nothing much to write about as yet.The Pakistani team is still exceptionally well behaved. Will they still be as well behaved near the end of the tournament? I think a lesser surprise would be if Tiger Woods declared he was gay (yes the same Tiger Woods of 120 affairs in 5 years fame). So anyway, looking forward to some fireworks from the Pakistani team.
And this is almost certainly my last post from Turkish shores. I shall miss my Lahmacun, my Doner and my Tahinli Pide. Make no sense? Same here. All I know is that they are pretty delicious. Time for my palate worship then. Goodbye!
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