World Cup, boose and vuvuzela

This is the tragic period when I totally loose control over my body and live like an hermit for weeks. The World Cup is what the football god gave us to make sure we would have a goal in our life (see the pun ?)

I know that all this is wrong, that I shouldn’t drink those 10 pints every match but when get into it that’s it you body goes back the primitive reflex: get drunk.

And once you have drank a few liters of beer the vuvuzela come and mess with your mind. Seriously, these things are surely forgotten magic used by shamans.