Thursday, March 31, 2005

Quality Rant, Mr Alberto...

It's not often (in this world of political correctness, and sterile after-match interviews) that a football manager's comments make me laugh.

Gordon Strachan's classics aside, of course..

But Azerbaijan's national Coach, a certain Mr Caarlos Alberto (famous as captain of the peerless Brazil '70 team) came out with some classics after only losing 2-0 to the Mighty World Champions Elect, England.

Read about it here!

OK, so wee Michael Owen responds well, but Alberto says in a few lines what most of the rest of the world thinks of English arrogance...

Who indeed is he?

Monday, March 28, 2005

Has He...?

First of all, you're not sure what I'm asking - I'll try to spell it out.
Understanding Prince Charles' mind can be difficult, as she's pig ugly.
Child sweet hearts allegedly, but I'd rather have Diana, even dead.
King to be in a few years, with a horse for a wife.
Even the media have got stuck in, the royals have become a joke.
Does anyone think it'll last?

Hope it will last a few years...then hopefully Willy will sort it out.
Erstwhile lovers of the monarchy beware!
Read them their last rights, time is running out

????

Hope you've understood me...?

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Bear Necessities.....

Ok, this is tricky, so pay attention and follow each step closely.

See this list of words? Say them out loud.

bears
about
talking
idiot
this
kept
i've
long
how
look

First, say the word bears before each of the following words like this:

bears bears
bears about
bears talking
bears idiot
bears this
bears kept
bears i've
bears long
bears how
bears look

Now, say the word bears after each of the following words like this:

bears bears
about bears
talking bears
idiot bears
this bears
kept bears
i've bears
long bears
how bears
look bears

Ok, almost done, so bear with me (hehe). Now say the word bears before AND after each word, like this:

bears bears bears
bears about bears
bears talking bears
bears idiot bears
bears this bears
bears kept bears
bears i've bears
bears long bears
bears how bears
bears look bears

Ok. Last step. Now read these words from the bottom up.

bears
about
talking
idiot
this
kept
i've
long
how
look



Arf!

Friday, March 18, 2005

Real Life? Sorry, I Donated Last Week, Thanks.....

Sorry for the lack of recent updates, but the reason for my parsimonious procrastination (in a 'blogging sense!) is THIS.

Got it last week, and haven't left it alone since! I canna help it! It's been a while since something like this has gripped me so much...I mean, 15 hours straight, with only a break for a Champion's League game?

No wonder my eyes are so bad....!

(I won't mention my aching thumbs!)

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Transplant Cures Man Of Diabetes

As a long-term sufferer, this is just the news I (and many, many others) are delighted to read.

Hopefully this technique can be improved upon, and then made widely available to those who need it most.

All my adult life I've steadfastly believed that a cure could and would be found, but probably for the benefit of the next generation of diabetics. I always thought it would come too late for the likes of me.

But now things have changed! With this ground-breaking news, there is a dim light at the end of a long, long tunnel. But a light none the less....

This news brings a real hope to millions of diabetics all over the world. Looks like science can get some things right after all.....

Note To The Wife...

Is beer less fattening than fruit juice?

Answer seems to be "Yes"! I cannae believe it!

Ha ha! Now I've just got to convince my dietician...

Monday, March 07, 2005

TV Off Your Radio.....

'Tis a sad day indeed.

The news broke earlier today of the passing of one of the defining Radio DJ's of the short history of modern broadcasting.

This was a man I grew up with. Listening to The Friday Rock Show, with it's signature tune by Van Der Graaf Generator, of all bands!

(Or so I was told! In fact, the clip I've linked to there is by a band called Dixie Dregs and not VDGG...I'd need someone in the know to confirm I'm right here - that it is indeed a VDGG tune! I'm counting on you, Professor!!)

I used to have a worn out C120 cassette which I used to record the whole two-hour show, every week.

I cannot even begin to estimate how many albums I went out and ordered through our local record shop because of something I'd heard on The Friday Rock Show. I still have about a hundred live concert broadcasts from this show.

A young, enquisitive musical mind was honed and enlightened by this man, and his talents.


Thank you, Tommy Vance.

For those about to rock, I salute thee.

Friday, March 04, 2005

See! I Told You....!

I remember way back in the beginning of this 'Blog I posted a Quickie about serving two Americans a coffee, and them being flabbergasted when I asked them if they wanted a "white" or a "black" coffee.

Well, I have Conclusive Proof (thanks to Overheard In New York) that it is indeed an "American" thing!

Thank fuck for that, eh?

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Scotland's Secret Shame....

Well, I watched Panorama last night (Sunday), and the overwhelming feeling I’m left with is utter embarrassment.

I’m a Rangers fan. I have been since I was about 6 years old. I don’t go to games because I live 350 miles away, and it’s too much bother. Call me an “interested observer” if you want.

It’s easy for me to come out with the standard “..but some of my best friends are Catholics/Celtic fans..”, but that’s because it’s true. I was brought up in an area that had virtually no Catholic kids. The first I heard of Catholicism was in Primary 7 when two or three kids were excused from Religious Education because they had to go to Catechism. “Lucky bastards, they’re getting out of R.E.” I used to think!

So I haven’t really got a true idea of the magnitude of the problem in hand. I did have a mate who was a “staunch” (what does that man, by the way? Does it mean what I think?) Rangers fan, and some of the stories I heard about him were truly horrifying. He’d come back from an Old Firm game and regale us with tales of spitting on a wee boy that was wearing a Celtic scarf, or about the kicking that some poor lad got for wandering into the “wrong” pub at the wrong time….but the thing is, he was a good friend, and a wonderfully proud father to his daughter. He wasn’t a bad person per se, except when he was wearing the Blue and someone else was wearing the Green.

For years I’ve heard the songs that come from the terraces, and now stands at Ibrox. I know now of the significance of “Hello, hello, we are the Billy Boys..” and of being “up to our knees in Fenian blood..” and I’ve always been embarrassed when I heard them.

(I even remember being down in England for the Donington festival and being in a local pub in Castle Donington. The (English) lads broke into a chorus of “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” only to be rudely interrupted by a young Glaswegian woman singing at the top of her voice about being up to her knees in “Fenian blood” – we just stood and stared at her! WTF has that got to do with anything? Like many of the perpetrators of such things, she obviously didn’t understand what she was singing about or even why she was singing it.)

Even though “Billy Boys” is now sung at grounds across England, at least they seem to have missed the whole point of singing it (for a Rangers fan, anyway). I have no doubts that they don’t mention religion or being up to their knees in anything.

But the thing that annoys me is that because I’m a Rangers fan I am automatically pigeon-holed as a bigot. As someone anti-catholic, anti-Celtic and anti-Irish. Which I’d like to think isn’t true.

I don’t hold any hope for Jack McConnell’s new initiative to combat sectarianism in Scotland. We need to realise (and I’m sure he does) that these people are the most uneducated, imbecilic and stubborn groups of people in our wonderfully diverse country, and as such they will resist any form of change for the better.

Panorama has opened a festering sore that is undoubtedly present in the West of Scotland (and the rest of the country is affected in no small way either), and poked its grubby, sensationalist finger right into the wound. One can only hope that the resulting painful recoil can shock the mindless morons into stepping outside of themselves and having a good hard look at themselves.

But somehow, I doubt it….