Strip Soccer

Las Vegas Strip

It is a great source of amusement that we have been here for two weeks and yet have managed not to visit Vegas proper.

This isn’t strictly true as we did enjoy a late lunch at the Bellagio on Friday and took in a couple of performances of the dancing fountains, but we soon sought refuge back in peaceful Gagnier Boulevard. And I forgot my camera.

We did manage to nudge ourselves a little nearer today when went in search of a tv showing the Manchester derby match. We didn’t one of the sports rooms on the Strip, but at the Crown and Anchor, a British pub on East Tropicana, near the university.

The place was absolutely packed, such was the interest in the game, but we were lucky to find four seats just as the game was about to kick off.

Most of the crowd were English, of course, but there were a fair number of American too and they weren’t just paying passing interest. Some wore the replica shirts of the hardened fan, both red and blue.

They tended to be young, so perhaps they were students who’d become aficionados from visiting the pub, but they’d certainly picked up some choice swearing, if not a complete grasp of life in England.

On the table next to us was a young man who was explaining the nuances of tribal city life in Lancashire: ‘If you’re in Liverpool, you shouldn’t call anyone a Scouser. It’s like calling someone a n****r.’

I’m not sure where he got that idea from and he probably missed the point that it is more likely the word or two after ‘scouser’ that upsets Liverpudlians.

It was Marj’s first time ‘watching footie in the pub’ and I don’t think it was a particularly pleasant cultural experience. There was too much testosterone-fueled noise, drunkenness  and couthlessness for that.

Not to mention the industrial language. For instance, the young man mentioned above used about the worst swear word you can think when bellowing at a young woman in a United shirt to sit down.

I suppose my reporting may have been skewed by the fact that United lost the game and maybe not.

But tomorrow we finally take our plunge into Vegas with a two-night stay on the Strip and Ant and Marj have been giving me blackjack lessons. Wish me luck!

I’ll be taking my laptop with me, but I don’t know if there will be much time for posting. My usual ABC Wednesday is set up to appear tomorrow bringing you a connection between the Britsh Communist Party and the Grateful Dead, but you’ll have to come back for that.

We should be back here on Friday, so à bientôt.

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2 comments… Add yours
  • Kompany Pudding 1st May 2012

    “it is more likely the word or two after ‘scouser’ that upsets Liverpudlians.” I disagree! It’s more likely the words that come BEFORE it… like “thieving”, “big-headed”, “incomprehensible”, “mongrel” and “drunken ticketless”…Oh sorry, this post is about visiting Vegas and not about Liverpudlians. I forgot.

  • Mr Parrot 1st May 2012

    Oh dear YP. It is perhaps as well that you are far away in Blogland and away from the wrath of the Mersey. A Scouser scorned is a Scouser… Er, that’s it.


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