I watched a bit of the Superbowl the other night. I’m not really interested in American Football and it’s about as popular here as our Football (soccer) is over there.
But I love the whole show that they put on. In particular I love the way that they aren’t as precious about their national anthem as we are with ours.
God save the Queen is possibly the most boring drone of a tune ever written and sends me to sleep every time I hear it, god forbid anyone should Jazz it up a bit.
But every time I hear the American national anthem they give it their all and don’t seem to be frightened of turning it into a full blown patriotic masterpiece with over the top singing and swaying.
Whenever you see someone singing our national anthem it looks like a funeral is taking place and most people are just miming or whistling to it.
I’m on facebook but don’t bother trying to look me up. I rarely post anything on it. It’s just close family and friends. I don’t accept anyone outside that circle. It’s just to keep in touch with what they are doing as far as I am concerned. I block all my pictures from any outside viewing and I only post fun or humorous stuff knowing that it’s going to family.
But there are people I know who seem to take the bloody thing seriously and are always posting stuff that makes me cringe.
Not being sexist or anything, but it’s usually the women who do this. They get drunk and change their status to “feeling really low, why doesn’t he love me the way i love him ?” or “felling really angry, all men are bastards”.
Then all their female friends write comments like “what is up darling ?, hugs and kisses, you know you deserve better” bleeaarkk!
Save it for your chat offline, don’t post it to the whole fucking family!.
Over the weekend one of our family wrote a really sad poem and posted it for all to see. Several years ago she lost a child three weeks after birth and it was coming up to the anniversary, So the poem referred to the death of this child and how she weeps for her lost son. However, not everyone knows about this sad death years ago and misread it that her 4 year old had just died. The result was like something from an Orson Wells War of the world radio play. Panic!. Phone calls, text messages, and someone actually calling round to see she was ok.