Shut the F*ck Up!

I live on the edge of Kensington Market in Toronto. Every World Cup, I discover that I'm living in a new 'Little' Someplace. This year, it seems Little Spain replaces Little Brazil or whateverthefuckitwas last time.

Some observations:
1. Vuvuzelas are more tolerable than whistles.

2. Gasoline isn't nearly expensive enough.

3. If the cops need another kettling exercise, I'd totally be behind one right now at College and Bathurst.

I was really rooting for the Dutch, who were planning to party on King Street.