Chronicles of Fly

Joy, and despair, in one frame. The world cup is broken, yes, I said it. This started way before the tournament had even begun, there was very little in terms of hype about the world cup, there wasn’t even a proper theme song. Not like 2010 when Shakira’s hips had us doing the Waka Waka, even the opening theme to the games was heavily sampled from the game of thrones opening theme, they was very little uniqueness about Russia’s big summer special. The tournament started with little fuss, a routine win for the hosts, then came some pseudo shocks. Germany were sucker punched by Mexico, and Spain and Argentina were held by Portugal and Iceland respectively, like a bolt of lightning out of the blue, were the shocks of the first round of group matches in 2014 about to be repeated? Sadly, they weren’t.  Argentina and Spain both scraped through, notwithstanding an almighty effort by Nigeria and Morocco respectively. Aside from the elimination of defending champions German

Warning: Explicit content Picture from www.lifehacker.com “God damn it!” I shout at the copy machine; it always gives me grief. I inspect the control panel and there are two flashing lights, one indicating the problem is inside the machine and the other I don’t know. I curse the bloody thing. I quickly turn around, I know that there’s someone behind me, the scent is familiar. it’s Sheefeni, my favorite colleague . His cologne is a distinct spicy and musky scent, strong and delightful, it sets him apart from the rest.   “Hi,” He strides into the copy room with papers in his hand, the space is no larger than a bathroom. “Hey,” I smile at him, I breathe a sigh of relief, because I know that he can fix the problem. Some things are known around the school: Sheefeni fixes all the printers, and the copiers, he whispers to them. If we had a fax machine, then he would probably fix it as well. He stands next to me and my eyes indulge themselves, not only does he sme