Above: Kit Kat bar with image of Bobby Moore holding the World Cup in 1966. It’s not alright to eat sugary junk food, but it IS alright to celebrate a win with this special commemorative snack. For the World Cup tournament Kit Kat has turned itself into a kind of festival ambrosia (the food-of-the-gods type of ambrosia, not the tinned milky pudding).
The office closed early yesterday afternoon to allow everyone to watch England vs Trinidad. I watched the match on Sky but with the commentary from Radio Live 5 (not my combination choice). There was a dichotomy between the doom and gloom Live 5 commentary (including some really irritating Australian) and what was happening on the pitch (as if the journalists had already made up their mind what they were going to say – I suppose in a sense they are always commentating on the last match before the one they are watching).
The World Cup saturation of popular culture continues. On MTV they were showing Footballers Cribs (all repeats) where they take you round the houses the players live in. All these residences look of a kind – big spacious rooms, new furniture and furnishings, ultra modern designs. “We don’t really use this area much” the player says as we are shown a big white living room, “we don’t really use this room much” (indoor swimming pool) “we don’t really use this room much” (formal dining room laid out for a banquet). Lloyd Samuel could have played for either Trinidad or England last night. But like so many people he has fallen between two stools.
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