...are clearly, a twat.
What on earth would we do without designers and masters of the ancient art of typography?
Somebody should demonstrate to him another sort of ligature. See whether or not he looks confused by it?
Anyway. I tire of this ranting. No more shall you see such bilious drivel scrawled on these pages.
Goodbye.
…so Michael Jackson’s dead. That’s the best excuse I’ve ever heard for getting out of performing at the O2. I’ve been told it’s unpopular with performing types and that they’re not keen on the acoustics but that has got to be one of the best reasons ever for not getting on the stage there.
Let’s be frank. No one has doubted that that he wouldn’t make any of the dates at the O2. However it was probably felt that a sprained ankle or a poorly orchestrated managerial deal was more likely to be the cause
No doubt we’ll have endless yards of “music” journalists reporting about his effect on “pop”. Quickly glossing over those allegations of “kiddie fiddling” that they were so keen on reporting a couple of years ago.
It’ll be a bit like when Idi Amin died and they wheeled out various politicians who commented on what a great statesman he (Amin) had been.
Hypocritical journos making a few column inches out of someone or other.
Farah Fawcett is dead as well. But actually dead. From a real disease. Let’s be honest, no one fakes having anal cancer. It’s just not very fashionable, is it? There won’t be any reports that she’s risen again. Which we’ll probably get about Jackson in a couple of weeks or days.
If people followed my advice and staked them all through the heart then we wouldn’t have to worry about them getting up again.
Do any of you care?
Fuck off. I hate you all.
But if you want to watch the living dead singing….
..just done something that I thought I never would.
I’ve deleted a post. Not because it contained anything controversial or interesting. Just because it was rubbish.
However… the following clip was attached.
However.. what is interesting about this clip is how quickly the nazis appear. something that can ocurr whenever one is not paying enough attention. Hmm
..thought that you were losing your mind?
Well you probably are?
…this was what I was listening to the other night…
Is a fine example of why you should never write these things when you’ve had a few.
I’m fairly sure what I was trying to say had some relevance to it.
And then Ronaldo went and made his “shock” announcement.
Fortunately I had my comments concerning my feelings towards him recorded for some weeks. Not like a large number of United fans who are now coming out of the woodwork to report that they “never liked him”, “he was a diving bastard” etc etc.
I, for one, am glad to see the back of him. Just don’t get me started on that transfer fee. I think that too, supports some of my recent change in attitude towards the once great game.
I blame Rupert Murdoch.
Not just for ruining football. No. For anything.
Actually I don’t just blame him.
Did you hear the one about the former Prime Minister who fell down the stairs?
Well, she survived. Which is probably more than can be said for many elderly people who fall down the stairs in their property. Perhaps they live alone and have no way of contacting anyone to help them. Or perhaps they manage to get an ambulance to come out to them in time. Perhaps they do make it to an A&E ward where a trainee doctor is nearing the end of a 168hr working week and is able to treat them inside of 5 or 6 hours. Perhaps.
Their chances would be a little bit better if the welfare state and the national health service hadn’t been virtually disbanded by a bunch of greedy, money grabbing, self serving fuckwits some years back Who were led by…..
…You tube clip.
Matt Berry on short lived BBC 3 Series “Snuffbox”. Proving that they really haven’t got a clue over there at BBC3. How could they not recomission this and yet 2 Pints of sodding lager and a packet of bastard crisps seems to have been on since before the channel started broadcasting
…to the one or two of you that actually read this nonsense. I haven’t written anything for a while. Anyroad up.
Football. I’ve just finished watching Man Utd’s rout of Arsenal in the Champions League Semi Final.
I watched the fist half in sunny Lithuania last week. We were visiting my partner’s family. Now, although Football does have something of a following in that part of the world they prefer a good game of Basketball. In fact when we announced to my partner’s father that we would be staying up to watch the 1st leg of the Chelsea/Barcelona tie and then the Utd/Arsenal tie the following evening we were met with some derision(You see it’s easy to make out when you are being derided even when you don’t speak the language. Well, it is when you are derided as often as I am.)
He does not feel that enough goals are scored in football for it to make it interesting to him. Having watched the Chelsea/Barcelona game I was forced to concede a point to him. However, it wasn’t just the lack of goals in that game that annoyed me. It was the frequency with which both sides engaged in cynical diving in an effort to be awarded a free kick. Aren’t these guys supposed to be professional athletes? Some of whom are incredibly talented. Now I’m attempting to keep any team bias out of this opinion piece but I’ve always disliked Didier Drogba as much as most Chelsea fans hate Ronaldo. He’s a whining ninny who shouldn’t be allowed on a football pitch. Had he spent any more time on the ground in last week’s first leg against Barcelona people would have begun to suspect that he was complaining about the building of a bypass or a 12th runway at Heathrow airport. Sadly, our Gallic chum was not the worst thing about that game.
The behaviour of the whole of the Barcelona side was deplorable. There was just a general lack of sportsmanship about the game and little or no consideration given to the people watching the game, the fans.
I would like to say that the following night’s entertainment was more, well, entertaining. But again, it wasn’t. I can also see why fans from other teams despise Ronaldo. Another ninny. Again spending far to much time on the floor. Too much whining whenever he takes a little knock from from one of the other players. He wouldn’t last five minutes in a Salford Sunday League game.
I don’t care how good he is at playing and he is very good, he’s not a sportsman in the true sense of the word.
A "Sportsman" crying, earlier today.
Those two games managed to encapsulate everything that I hate about the game these days. Too much importance placed by clubs on winning important competitions in order to attract as much advertising revenue/sponsorship as possible. Games played strategically rather than for entertainment value. Sportsmen who rely on the image provided to them by advertising agencies who in turn work for the sports companies whose goods are being promoted. It is yet another example of what was previously a working class pastime having been turned into a capitalist moneymaking tool.
Following a communication with a pal of mine who was also watching tonight’s second leg I have come up with what I feel the solution to this problem to be. Release several wild carnivores, i.e. Lions, Tigers onto the pitch whenever two or more consecutive dives take place. It would make the game far more interesting and would keep the cheating bastards on their feet. Reminiscent of the gladitorial arenas perhaps? Well yes, but modern day football matches perform the same role as the “Bread and Circuses” that the ruling Roman elite liked to employ to keep the general populace happy. Leaving the elite to get on with the business of running the world and we all know how that turned out.
That said I’ll probably be down the pub for the final in a couple of weeks for “Beer and TV”. However, this may well be the season that me and Premiership part company and I go back to shouting at people in the streets for other reasons than their choice of football club.
A firm believer in Fair Play, earlier today.
