As I watch the hedgehogs out across my lawn, the summer
nights have become very hot and sultry. Their
walk looks almost laborious as they mooch about looking for slugs and
snails. In contrast, the bats overhead
look so cool as they glide, twisting and turning effortlessly through the summer
nights picking off a myriad of moths and insects in these sultry summer
nights.
The Badgers appear from their sett looking tired and
relaxed, almost sleepy. And when you see
the British Badger in his natural habitat, so at home in his surroundings, there
can be few animals on earth that look more cute, cuddly and just downright
adorable.
The Badger cull will, I fear,
soon be upon us once again despite overwhelming scientific evidence which
states time and time again that the Badger cull is futile and totally pointless
and does not realise any of the objectives in stemming BTB in our cattle herds,
which makes the destruction of these animals criminally insane.
As we get to the finale of the 2014 World Cup Final you’ve
seen billions of pounds poured in to a tiny part of Brazil leaving the
Brazilian government 11 billion in debt to show case to the world the most expensive pub
team on record for their performance was mediocrity on every level. But to be fair, so were many of the other teams
that were present. None more so than our
own England. A working class sport light years out of the reach for affordability of the dirt poor, working class people that represent 98% of the country which hosted it. A world cup full of Vidal
Sassoon hair styles and bodies covered in tattoos. The cost of the hair styles and tattoos, the
hair lacquers and gels would go a long way to alleviating the problems of six
and a half million homeless people on the streets of Brazil. It would go some
way to ending the sniffing of glue from plastic coca cola bottles from kids as
young as five and six years of age.
The pundits on all media fronts spouting nonsense of the 'best world cup ever.' What football games
have they been watching? What pieces of
heart stopping skill have they witnessed?
I have watched the same games and so have my friends and the conclusion
from the people I have spoken to is of cataclysmic disappointment.
We seem to live in a world where the irreplaceable
wonders and beauty of nature are merely played lip service to. The deprivation and destruction of it goes on
hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month and year on year. Depletion of world species and wild habitats find it harder and harder to gain favour with the world media. May be our beautiful game should go the the same way so we wouldn't have to endure all of this false hype and nonsense along with these vain, egotistical, moderately talented young men.
The great
names of the past that defied description, Pele, Eusébio da Silva Ferreira, Johan Cruyff,
Diego Maradonna, Alfredo Di Stefano and our own Gordon Banks who seemed to play
for the pride of their shirts and you could not help but feel sure they would
have played for their respective countries for free, for the honour of
representing them. Something has
fundamentally changed within our beautiful game.
The Premiership full of overseas players, our big clubs in overseas
ownership and the absurd roles played out by the sponsors. Little wonder our National team on a good day
would struggle beating Cheltenham Town.
And my advice to all the pundits who watch this average play week on week and
feel that they have to dramatise and scale up to the eighth degree each action of this mediocrity, to justify their gravy train existence is to surely commentate accurately and honestly on what we all
see rather than the sheepish nature of what you want to see.
As I got to the end of my football rant, I received a phone call from Tony Francis who used to present some years ago a favourite programme of mine, Heart of the Country. This was obviously the cue to bring my football rant to an end..
Please watch my short film of the Badgers up at their sett getting ready for the final, Argentina versus Germany.
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