Good morning, it’s Sunday and as I write this to you at 8:30 am, Heidi is enjoying an extra hour of sleep. I can see her now in the bedroom doing her usual starfish impression. I would like to say she was dreaming of me now but last night she confessed her undying love to someone called Jokein Phoenix who we saw in a movie on the hotel movie channel………………….which by the way cost $17.
The film was pretty bad to be honest………..something about two brothers….one a police officer and the other involved with the mafia……………anyway, the movie was ruined by Heidi’s gasps of ooooooooohhhh and ahhhhh every time this Phoenix geezer took his shirt off.
So, today is the Super Bowl and every station is predicting who will win and judging by what they are saying if I were the Giants I would just stay in bed with a cup of cocoa and watch Gone with the Wind. They are apparently the underdogs and therefore I will be screaming for them. I know a little more than I used to however I must confess that when I first watched a game I and millions of other Brits hand no clue what anyone was talking about.
The game was between the Cowboys and someone else……………what I do remember was that the quarterback………….can’t remember his name was all over the British papers. Now remember we are talking about the mid eighties here and well before the now huge amounts of money that footballers (soccer players) are now earning. Therefore, when the papers told us that this quarterback chap was being paid one million dollars to wear a sweat band round his head with the Adidas logo on it………………we thought the world had gone mad.
