I made it to about five minutes before half time before that fucking insane drone that's drowning out all the commentary got me to the stage of jamming my thumbs in my ears and screaming until I found the remote with the mute button.
It's called misophonia, folks, and the South Africans appear to have invented the perfect weapon to attack misophonic people with - the vulvula. I spell it that way intentionally because there is a cunt on the end of it.
No wonder the South Africans invented the practice of the "necklace" where you put a tyre round someone's neck, fill it with petrol, and set fire to it - cos if I was stood next to someone putting out that drone at 127 decibels for 40 minutes that's exactly what I'd want to do to him.
Obviously I won't be watching any more world cup. Last time I at least had the semis and final on as background, but not this time...
It's called misophonia, folks, and the South Africans appear to have invented the perfect weapon to attack misophonic people with - the vulvula. I spell it that way intentionally because there is a cunt on the end of it.
No wonder the South Africans invented the practice of the "necklace" where you put a tyre round someone's neck, fill it with petrol, and set fire to it - cos if I was stood next to someone putting out that drone at 127 decibels for 40 minutes that's exactly what I'd want to do to him.
Obviously I won't be watching any more world cup. Last time I at least had the semis and final on as background, but not this time...