A game of Premier League football on a Saturday and then a visit to a stately English home on Sunday. A weekend surely could not throw up a bigger contrast.
Let's start with Saturday.
Fulham FC at home to Aston Villa. Kickoff 3 pm.
Preliminary beer and hot dog (what on earth do they put in those things? It must surely be an additive called ''repeater' because it surely did over the next few hours).
A couple of general observations.
1. I was the only male over 40 yo and under 230 lbs
2. I was the only male who wasn't wearing a big link gold bracelet around my wrist
3. I was the only male without a tattoo of the St George Cross on any part of my body
4. I was the only male not wearing cheap aftershave
5. After the riots of the previous weekend the general public seemed tired of any antics and almost welcoming of the heavy police presence.
6. There were PLENTY of police.
7. A day at the football is not cheap in either time nor money. Spend an hour getting to the game, 2 hours watching the game, an hour getting home, 100 quid on tickets, 40 quid on food and beverage and the scoreline is 0-0 !
Meanwhile Sunday rolls around.
No one but no one does the stately home and accompanying garden better than the English.
Wrest Park. Bedfordshire.
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