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I learned 2 things today

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The world cup has been an educational experience for me. In the last 24 hours I learned two valuable things:

1) I can play the vuvuzela! Yes, I am now in possession of a green 2ft long vuvuzela and to the annoyance of neighbours and wife have been joining in the incessant droning from the comfort of my lounge. They actually seem to have a much depper tone individually than it seems on the telly (unless I have a bass version, or a particular Barry White style)

2) I can now boot up my V+ Box in 'engineers mode' and fix terminal errors, a lesson born out of necessaity when the box fatally crashed at 7:30pm last night, thus leaving me in total meltdown in terms of watching back Japan vs Cameroon and simultaneously recording Italy vs Paraguay. Forty three minutes of furious rebooting, huffing, rebooting again before finally looking up hacks on the internet and rebooting with mystery button-holds and presses to launch engineers mode and resolve the faults. The wife was impressed/relieved as she could see a temper meltdown brewing if I'd missed everything. as it happened I missed only the first half of what looked like an unrelentingly boring match. Luckily it picked up in the second half, and I lumbered off to bed at midnight.

In other results yesterday, Holland won without looking that great (lacked attacking spark). Cameroon were disappointing and Japan spirited.

Today sees both Portugal and Brazil kick off. Also North Korea, and I couldn't resist a flutter at 6-1 that they'd have a player sent off.

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