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Just to let you all know I will be maintaining this blog, eventually, however for now I am taking a leave of absence and will not be accepting any new dates for the foreseeable future

 

 

The best thing first.

Paul the octopus! He is my favorite cephalopod, and that is saying a lot. (I love them )

Yahh for Paul, and boo to anyone who thinks of taking a bite out of him. He is 8/8.

 

The two pathetic things:

So our tax dollars are paying for looking into the death of Raoul Moat. A man who threatened, from prison, to commit violent acts, while in prison, for a violent act. Who then went on to shoot one woman out of jealousy, murder another for the same, and then attack a policeman. Who then made threats against the media and police, and went into an armed standoff with cops, before shooting himself.

 

Why are flowers being laid outside his home? How about we look at the care of his victims? So bloody disgusting. The media attention his death is getting is making me angry, and it is also deflecting attention from a more serious issue: Why didn’t the police at on the warning of the prison system that this individual was dangerous and intended to commit a crime. Moat’s family blame the police. Know who is blaming Moat? The families of the people he attacked. I don’t see 3 news stories on them.

 

And with regards to criminals, Roman Polanski has been freed by Switzerland, proving that a crime against a child doesn’t really matter if you have friends in high places or make movies with the same. Good thing that is how things work hey.

 

So without further ado, I finally get to use this video of Jarvis Cocker “running the world” on my blog.

 

 

Ugh.

 

Thank god for Paul the Octopus.

 

I’ve been keeping track of all the excuses given for England’s offering thus far in this World Cup… I finally decided to compile them into a list, which I can add to as things go along!

 

I don’t intend to have a pop at England at all, but I do intend to have a pop at the continual justifications that the media and it’s talking heads (Not David Byrne sadly, because that would be the greatest football ever commentated) always feel the need to add to. It never seems to be just that the other team won or drew, there always has to be a WHY, and it always has to be someone or somethings fault.

Well, why don’t we list the why’s so far that have been in the media.

• 1. Wags: Wives, girlfriends and their incredibly distracting personalities tits and brains vacuous attention seeking.

• 2. The Ball.
  

It’s never a very good ball is it… And the Germans had it before us, so they got to practice with a… ball. I suppose we must have been practicing then with a…

• 3. The goalie.
  

I think a few people have compared him to Pilate and/or Judas, and threatened an end akin to Jesus’. That poor fella.

• 4. The Referee.
  

That lovely line ‘You know what they’re like, they’re all the same’ spoken regarding the ref during the England match, being the implication that A: The ref is a cheat and B: All refs are cheats. Fucking great attitude when your team was actually the recipient of some impressive leniency from the referee.

• 5. The ground. The ground is never right either.

• 6. The Coach.
  

He never does do much anyway, and you know Italy shares a border with Slovenia.  They also share a border with Germany (Bias excuse in 3…2…)

 

• 7. Some other guy who was supposed to ‘Bring out the best in Rooney and has failed to do that’. Poor other guy.

 

• 8. The pressure.
  

This one fecks me off. It is worth noting, that Neil Armstrong, when landing ON THE MOON in the lead up to his famous first steps (and when it was still unclear if the mission would even go ahead or be aborted) had his BP measured constantly, and never climbed above a completely average level. THAT is pressure, it was also his F***ing JOB.

And he wasn’t getting 892£ *per hour… every hour, of every single day*.  (892 x 24 x 7 = roughly Wayne Rooney).  It is also worth mentioning that Armstrong Aldrin and and Collins had their pay docked for room/food while on their mission.

(While I’m on the topic of monumental incredulity regarding pay, the last time ‘It came home’ Footballers for England earned less than 12,000£ a year, and received a 1000£ bonus for winning. And if I’m being a bitch about it, that is the year the Beatles released Revolver. )

Phew… And 1,2,3 back in the room!  Let us continue.

• 9. They were allowed a few beers one night.
  


Note from your blog girl:

A beer doesn’t seem to have hurt US.

And our beers come with a free side-order of Clinton! Neener neener

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• 10 . The Scottish.  They don’t fly the flag when we’re playing?  Why?? (Oh wait now I remember).

 

• 11. The fans. ( They booed us! )

 

• 12. The injuries.
  

Well you know if so and so had been here we’d have been in much better shape. Or: You know so and so is still recovering from that injury, that’s why he isn’t in better shape.

 

• 13. Suggested by Mr T:  The vuvuzelas. We can’t hear the fans booing cheering!!

 

• 14. By Mr I: Players are forced to take a nap each day which gives them a case of the grumpies.

I hated nap-time too, I had to take one at day care after play-doh time… When I was 4. Play-doh time was just too exciting I guess, and that extra grape juice box goes straight to your head at lunch.  (Just like adults, except the grapes aren’t fermented;).

I guess since a few of the players are capable of acting  just like children giving them an afternoon time-out to calm down makes complete sense… I’ve seen kids dive to the floor of the shopping center in a tantrum far more convincingly than any football player ever has on the pitch and the poor kid never receives a free kick for his trouble!

Maybe Capello watches SuperNanny?

 

• Also from Mr. I: They can’t use their mobile phones. Well there we have our answer, text-addiction withdrawal. Case closed.
  

 

• Possible future excuse: Those danged Germans, again.  (To be edited I guess this weekend?) 
  
• Anyone have any to add?
  

 

(USA Woooooo!!!!!! We’re not number one at this by a long shot, and will be out very soon, but glad we got past the group stage! Though I do think Ghana should win, I want to see an African team advance as the rest are all out now.)

 

I’ve been preoccupied this little while by some rather pressing matters (Mysterious me)

But I did have time to identify what I have determined to be one of the most 80′s songs of all time.. Not necessarily an indicator of greatness in itself by any stretch, but this song certainly is. I have an 8 minute version of it which has a can-do attitude.

 

The Flirts, Passion.

Further cementing my decision that it is one of the most 80s songs there is, is this video of it being performed on what I think is an Italian Dance Music TV show in 1982.  Sure there are more 80s 80s things out there…But you can listen to this one without being ashamed!

 

 

 

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