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Someone very kindly bought me back a vuvuzela directly from South Africa. It was an unexpected gift and it lifted an otherwise tiresome day.  

I go to a writers’ group at the Palace Theatre at the moment. It is a new project and I like it because we are a mix of ages. The youthful vuvuzela bearer brought back two: one for me and one for a retired teacher I’ll call Mr Morrell. The age gap must be about fifty years between those two and I sit somewhere in the middle of the range.  

He also brought some small stone elephants for another member of the group, wrapped in South African newspaper. I really wanted the newspaper fragments, but they were still needed for the elephants. So I contented myself with looking at a furniture store advert to see what manner of sofa you can get in Cape Town.  

Souvenir hunting can seem a bit Abigail’s Party in the wrong hands, but this young man pulled it off with grace and charm. He said after the England v Algeria match he needed to hit the shops for therapeutic purposes. He also said he thought JT had a lot to answer for…  

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Things I’ve found to enjoy in this World Cup (against all odds)

Japan: I’ve loved watching their games.  Attacking endurance football which makes for an entertaining spectacle.  Hope they continue their onward scurry.

Diego: Oh how I hated Maradona back in the day, but 1 tonne of Colombian marching powder down the line I am feeling the little man’s power.  As an insightful caller to Talksport said (they have the odd one you know) he might be as mad as a fish (that’s my cliche) but he knows how to get the extra 10% out of the players and fosters team spirit.

Adams: Tony was on Desert Island Discs and said he had not heard the vuvuzelas.  When asked by Kirsty how he could have missed them he said he watches with the sound down so better to see the game.  Quite right Tony, got a spare seat on your sofa?

Truss:  Lynne, from “Get her off the pitch”.  She writes little vignettes for the Radio 4 Today programme and I  find her most amusing, not least about the commentators (see Adams above).

Claude: Makelele was completely transformed from stuffed shirt studio pundit when pitchside for Ghana’s win over the USA.  The whole of Africa was dancing with you Claude.

South Africa: the host nation looks fantastic, acts fantastic, is fantastic.  Only the early bath teams can be letting the experience down for those who have travelled.

France: their unravelling was most gratifying, entertaining and not just a bit existentialist.

Messi: was there ever a better player in such understated turtleneckedness?

Reasons to be cheerful?

edited to add:

Tevez: the little pit pony’s strike would have had Fergie weeping into his Scotch