Sunday in Ware (aka Day Nine)
Aug. 31st, 2003 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzNot much to report today. Most of the shops in town are closed because it's Sunday and I dare to think that I've hit all of the tourist stuff in town. It's a small place for the most part.
The trip to London sounds appealing, but to be honest, yesterday's walkabout all over town has really worn me out. I'm contemplating having a brew with lunch and just going back to the hotel and having a nap. Not very adventurous I know, but all batteries need a recharge.
Spent some of the morning watching Rugby (England vs France) on the television. Never really paid much attention to rugby before, saw Ross get hammered playing it on "Friends" once. That's about extent of it. It's actually a pretty neat sport. Beside the beefy guys (although the French look about half the English team's size), it reminds me of a game me and the brothers and cousins played when we were kids called "Smear the Queer".
Now before anyone gets huffy, this was in the days before the word "queer" was associated with "gay", at least in the minds of a group of 10 year olds. The "queer" in this sport was the man with the ball, the odd man out, whom all of the other guys were after to get the ball away from. The person who was passed the ball or took it was then the "queer" and was then chased by everyone else. It often ended up with a guy on the very bottom of a pile up. Played with no pads, it's a miracle we didn't kill one another. Rugby, in play, looks very similiar.
Well, I'm going to go look for lunch and take a few more pics. I also have to get ready for work tomorrow -- review some paperwork, iron some clothes, etc. Work, work, work, it takes some effort to remember that it's why I'm over here.
The trip to London sounds appealing, but to be honest, yesterday's walkabout all over town has really worn me out. I'm contemplating having a brew with lunch and just going back to the hotel and having a nap. Not very adventurous I know, but all batteries need a recharge.
Spent some of the morning watching Rugby (England vs France) on the television. Never really paid much attention to rugby before, saw Ross get hammered playing it on "Friends" once. That's about extent of it. It's actually a pretty neat sport. Beside the beefy guys (although the French look about half the English team's size), it reminds me of a game me and the brothers and cousins played when we were kids called "Smear the Queer".
Now before anyone gets huffy, this was in the days before the word "queer" was associated with "gay", at least in the minds of a group of 10 year olds. The "queer" in this sport was the man with the ball, the odd man out, whom all of the other guys were after to get the ball away from. The person who was passed the ball or took it was then the "queer" and was then chased by everyone else. It often ended up with a guy on the very bottom of a pile up. Played with no pads, it's a miracle we didn't kill one another. Rugby, in play, looks very similiar.
Well, I'm going to go look for lunch and take a few more pics. I also have to get ready for work tomorrow -- review some paperwork, iron some clothes, etc. Work, work, work, it takes some effort to remember that it's why I'm over here.
