like drinking? like football? (the english version, where they actually, you know, use their feet.) how about exotic travel? can i interest you in some good natured drunken fun? what about lots and lots of violence?
bill buford does for soccer hooligans (WARNING: reading this book makes that picture a lot less funny) what hunter thompson did for the hells angels. he lurks on their fringes, learns their habits, participates in their adventures and tells us all about it. like the crowds that he examines, the book moves along peacefully at points. it is even fun. then, with little or no provocation, violence erupts. buford is looking for why, and never quite finds it. but, again much like the crowds, the trip is pretty interesting.
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A Euro trash side note: Did you know that most Brits do not think of themselves as being Euro? This begs the question as to what do they think that they (with their blond hair blue eyes and pasty white skin) are? Asian? African?
Possibly melanesian? or maybe, with their 6"+ frames, Micronesian? maybe that is just the liquid oxygen speaking... speaking of which, has any of you contacted NASA yet?
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