I telephoned Crispin before to enquire whether he intends to go to the Theatre tonight, and he informed me that he was going to a pub with some of his friends to watch the ‘World Cup’.

“World Cup?”, I replied. I was’nt even aware that a World Cup was happening, although I do recall something similar happening around 1978.

I simply could’nt believe that a gentleman of taste and culture would choose to sit in a low tavern and watch football, rather than taking in a play in the West End.

This is another obvious indicator of the general decline in cultural standards in our society. I shudder to think what will happen next. Before we know it, Crispin will buy a ‘television’, and start watching ’soap operas’…

I think I need to go and lie down for a while…