To be perfectly honest the only reason I turned on the tv for the men’s FA Cup Final was because I fancied watching it. And I was really glad I did because unlike a lot of cup finals it was a fantastic game. Manchester City thumped Watford six nil. It was enthralling to watch – unless you were a Watford supporter in which case you were probably left lamenting why, oh why, you hadn’t got respectably and quietly knocked out back in February or March.
We English don’t have a lot of time or space for philosophy. We like to get on with things, not sit around pondering the meaning of life. When someone wants to persuade us physical things don’t exist we’re right there with Dr Johnson striking his foot with mighty force against a large stone until he rebounds from it, spitting out the words through clenched teeth, ‘I refute it thus!'