My Korean girlfriend has come to the conclusion that the Japanese couldn't organize a bun fight in a bakery, let alone a World Cup.

Stupid rules enforced by stupid people, who can't -- or simply refuse to -- give you a reason for exactly WHY you are not allowed to drink your cappuccino without cinnamon in it, AND they make you wait 10 times longer in Japan.

"Yes, dear," I mutter sympathetically. Ordinarily, I would mumble something about the pot calling the kettle a cheeky so-and-so, but I don't want the missus to thump me again.