So I’m checking my Yahoo email account and there it is staring me in the face. Right next to the “What are you doing right now?” text box is a flag. The English flag.
Yahoo, using its clever technological know-how, has taken it upon itself to assign me a team to support in the World Cup.
Now, some of you – if you’d read between the lines of my previous post – will have picked up on the fact that essentially I am a non-participant in the great national sport of watching the World Cup. Over the next few weeks it is my sole ambition to not watch a single match of the WC (oh how I love acronyms). I am supporting nobody. I don’t give a fig who wins and, more to the point, I couldn’t give a rat’s arse who loses.
Sod the lot of them (great overpaid, over pampered, over merchandized jessies, etc, etc).
So I am incandescent with transient irritation to have found myself forcibly allocated an England flag in my own sodding email box!
Oi, Yahoo – NO! Ask my permission please!
But it gets worse. You click an arrow next to the flag and you get a large drop-down pane that features all the flags of the teams currently running themselves ragged in the WC. I could choose Cameroon if I wanted. Or Uruguay. Or even Germany.
What I don’t have though is the option to opt out. For a flag that states “none of the above”. For a flag that says “I don’t have to play and I won’t play”.
Everybody – and I mean everybody – who has a Yahoo email account will either have to live with their default flag setting or give-in and deliberately choose a team; to throw their twopenneth-worth [virtually] into the WC.
Am I the only person who is offended by this massive assumption that everybody is happy to participate? That we are all willing to be WC fodder?
All I want is to keep my head out of the WC but the more I try to do that the more it is forced down there, my nose pressed right up close to the ball action.
And I don’t want it, people!
I want a WC free existence! I don’t want to be confronted with the WC every time I turn my head or open my mouth.
Yahoo, this is your mess; either mop it up or piss off.