12 January 2008

Yesterday I took it into my head to go swimming at lunchtime - NOT the best idea to be trying to get a train into London at 1pm on a Saturday when Arsenal and Chelsea are playing at home. The train was absolutely packed, cheeks against the window, sardines pickled in beer. Football is not one of those things I get, at all, really, but that train was just proof of how obsessed this country is with it. I suppose having that many people in the same place rooting for the same group of 11 people must be a bit of a rush, or a sense of belonging at least.

So I made it to the pool, thinking there couldn't possibly be anyone left in London as they were all at the football, but it was packed! Must be all the new year's resolutions I guess, and everyone happens to want to pursue them on a Saturday lunchtime. Note to self: swimming on a Saturday lunchtime = bad idea!