Entry for April 26, 2007

I am going to the World Badminton Championships.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that the Scottish team selectors have, at long last, realised that what they need to wrest the title away from those pesky far eastern prodigies, is a portly middle aged man with no co-ordination.
And you would be right, but sadly the men in blazers have once again shown prejudice against me, and have favoured fit men in their early 20s with the Body Mass Index of a Queen Anne Sideboard (my own BMI was recently compared unfavourably to a bottle of olive oil). So, I have once again been thwarted in my efforts to represent my country.
So, I am going in the capacity as a spectator, with my pals who play badminton on a Thursday night. This has its up side. The up side is this: the action starts at 11am, and I believe there is a pub nearby.