So It Didn't Last Long

My promise not to talk about the Cesc thing refers.

But who can blame me. It just gets worse and worse, with nothing to come from Cesc himself and Wenger. Even Cesc Sr has weighed in about how sure he is that Cesc will be at Bartha next season. God save me.

I know I've never gone through this before, but picture this:

You started going out with this chick when she was like 18. You were 21. Not the most eligible stud out there, but you were good-looking enough, and a real decent guy. Doesn't flash his money around, a good dependable, likeable kinda guy. This chick too, was nice, had the potential to be a real stunner, but not someone who immediately caught your eye.

But it caught yours. And she liked you too. You were real good to her. And she came good. Grew up to be like a leggy super model, the stuff all sorts of dreams are made of, and there you were - supporting her all the way. All things considered, she was loyal enough. Sure there was all sorts of shit going on around her, and she did her flirting too, but she treated you well. Even kissed your Arsenal badge from time to time.

Anyway, so like 10 years on - and you're not exactly past your prime, but not the most rocking stud out there at 31. She's at her prime though. And you start hearing things out there. From like this really shit irritating, Hollywood-esque personfication of the himbo - almost like Cristiano Ronald0, but I like him now. He says all sorts of shit out in the open:

"Oooh. I know she wants me. I know she does."

"She said so, she told me she wants me."

"And I want her so bad. We were made for each other man."

"I just want her now, man. Right now. We're gonna explode if it don't happen. And we're gonna explode when it does!"

After a while, you get used to it. You're above it all. Then you realise she hasn't said shit recently.

Then even her father weighs in:

"She told me. She wants him. She can't sleep, can't eat, can't do nothin."

"She needs him. She'll be there with him, in his bed, tonight man. Ain't nothin' nobody can do to stop it."

So what do you do? Fuck if I know. In certain cultures, you'd just shoot the two of them. But alas, in more civilised cultures, we can't. So I say we sell the damn bitch. The right amount of gold, and if he wants to throw in another old chick as exchange as well, why not. I like older women.

I've got more dignity than to take this shit. If only other people had more dignity.

On to more serious business then, and it's time. Let's just go through the Arsewiper's Predictions (AP) for the Group Stages of the World Cup:

Group A:

France

South Africa

Mexico

Uruguay

AP: South Africa/Uruguay

Group B:

Argentina

Greece

Nigeria

South Korea

AP: Argentina/South Korea

Group C:

Algeria

England

Slovenia

United States

AP: England/United States

Group D:

Australia

Ghana

Germany

Serbia

AP: Germany/Serbia

Group E:

Cameroon

Denmark

Japan

Netherlands

AP: Netherlands/Cameroon

Group F:

Italy

New Zealand

Paraguay

Slovakia

AP: Italy/Slovakia

Group G:

Brazil

Ivory Coast

North Korea

Portugal

AP: (Hard one this): Brazil/Ivory Coast

Group H:

Chile

Honduras

Spain

Switzerland

AP: Spain/Chile

So I've done it. Gotten my mind off the Cesc business. For now at least. Thank god for the World Cup. Don't know what I'd do otherwise...

Ciao ciao.