World Cup fever had arrived. I spent Friday afternoon at work feeling more like it was Christmas eve than anything else (as well as the world festival of football, it was the long Queens Birthday weekend). Of course the only problem with the World Cup in Australia - is the ludicrous time the games are on TV. Nevertheless, I waited up till the start of Saturday and watched the opening ceremony followed by the Germany game with all its cracking goals. I attempted to last it to the Poland match but soon found myself looking at the back of my eyelids instead.
So I was left with a Saturday to kill until the main event in the evening (England Vs Paraguay). Myself and Trish took a trip into town to check out a few things. The 2006 Darling Harbour Jazz festival (nice) was on - a floating stage with plenty of jazz acts for you to shake your "boom-boom" to. Though once we'd finally had enough of that, we went in search of more thrills. We found the Sydney Maritime Museum with its tremendous Viking exhibit.
After settling some disputes about the Viking history, we found out what it was really like to be a viking - by trying on a viking helmet. Hmmmm. But when the fun had gotten much too much, we trotted off home to get fed and ready for a night watching Eng-Ger-Land, Eng-Ger-Land, Eng-Ger-Land.
After the 1-0 victory had been digested, we carried on celebrating into the night dancing it away in the Palace...
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