Hello! It’s been a while, but hey, there’s a world cup on so I only have an hour an evening to do everything that isn’t spherically related.
Tonight I just want to raise a couple of comments about my viewing of the proceedings so far. I’ve found myself so emerged in all things World Cup that I’ve been listening to Talksport on my way home from work because 5Live’s coverage contains too much unrelated football news. Talksport have perhaps the worst correspondents, headed by the guy who can’t stop saying the word literally.
Quotes: “The people in the stands are literally frying.” “I am talking to a big group of people that literally contains at least one person from every country in the world”. “The Ukrainians were literally murdered in their game against Spain.”
Other things. I’m really liking Martin O’Neill on the BBC’s coverage. Not only is he by far the most interesting pundit they have, his impression of Woody Allen that he’s been doing throughout the tournament improves by the day. Sadly the rest of the beeb’s commentary still annoys me (Motson, Lawrenson – Please just Shut Up. And don’t get me started on Mark Bright. I honestly believe a blindfolded Mrs P could provide more insightful comment.) – so much so I might admit that I’m the person who watches ITV when they both show the final. Or perhaps I’ll keep that to myself.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
A Canadian on't Rocks
I’ve discovered a new drink: Ginger ale and Whiskey. Yes it is good, they are a fine compliment. (For those of you collecting facts about my life: it was the first drink I ever served from behind a bar).
It is Friday and I am enjoying that Friday feeling, defined as knowing that one has worked hard and one is going to enjoy the prospect of two free days. (And boy am I going to enjoy them. Cricket in Exmouth tomorrow with a flagon or deuce of cider followed by a trad. sunday lunch with a favourite cousin. (If any of my 4 cousins read this, I love you all equally, apart from those that I like slightly more, and you know who you are).
Woah, stop. This is starting to sound slightly Tiverton Local Blog.
What I came here tonight to do was to point you in the direction of my good wife’s Run for Life sponsorship form, found thus. Cancer has taken people from my life and from those of my friends and my family. In days where I could receive thirty odd thousand pounds to research some manufacturing crap, I don’t think the odd fiver towards a truly good cause would be misplaced. And she is really training, cos I’ve been chasing her round Crediton and she really does run. If you feel it is appropriate, please support her.
It is Friday and I am enjoying that Friday feeling, defined as knowing that one has worked hard and one is going to enjoy the prospect of two free days. (And boy am I going to enjoy them. Cricket in Exmouth tomorrow with a flagon or deuce of cider followed by a trad. sunday lunch with a favourite cousin. (If any of my 4 cousins read this, I love you all equally, apart from those that I like slightly more, and you know who you are).
Woah, stop. This is starting to sound slightly Tiverton Local Blog.
What I came here tonight to do was to point you in the direction of my good wife’s Run for Life sponsorship form, found thus. Cancer has taken people from my life and from those of my friends and my family. In days where I could receive thirty odd thousand pounds to research some manufacturing crap, I don’t think the odd fiver towards a truly good cause would be misplaced. And she is really training, cos I’ve been chasing her round Crediton and she really does run. If you feel it is appropriate, please support her.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Gary's World. Of. Football.
Music fades
Welcome to my World. Of. Football. Like the major TV networks I have adopted a theme tune for my World Cup football coverage: I hope you like it. I know that some people doubted whether an oompah version of A Beautiful Day (Thigh Slapping Remix) would work, but I think you'll agree it's a significant improvement on the original. Is thigh slapping and Oopmah German? Or am I thinking of Austria?
(Aside. DK - Did I dream it, or did you say that Kasabian are covering Heroes for ITV? Ye Gods.)
Anywho, to the job in hand. Obviously apart from the Rooney/Walcott stories, everyone is asking: Is the meaty footballs on the Pizza Hut Football Supreme the most crass attempt to crowbar a reference to the soccerball tournament into a product advert? Well it's a good question, and I would say, "So far, yes. Yes it is."
I mean, they're frickin' meatballs. Their only relation to football is that they're round. And even then they're a gristly, lumpy kind of round. If truth be told, their closest relationship to the synthetic leather of the World cup ball is that they both have the same nutritional value.
But the tourney has not yet begun, so hold on there young mule. Do not yet decree Pizza Hut (if it is them - their name escapes me) as the worst offender. You can be sure that others will come and try their best. And Syi2 will be there for each and every one.
On a similar note, can someone please tell me why oh why oh why I am going to find myself in the Welsh hills for the first weekend of the World Cup? How in all that is good and wholesome did I end up arranging that? What, quite frankly, was I thinking?
If you do know, please tell me, cos I sure as hell don't.
Welcome to my World. Of. Football. Like the major TV networks I have adopted a theme tune for my World Cup football coverage: I hope you like it. I know that some people doubted whether an oompah version of A Beautiful Day (Thigh Slapping Remix) would work, but I think you'll agree it's a significant improvement on the original. Is thigh slapping and Oopmah German? Or am I thinking of Austria?
(Aside. DK - Did I dream it, or did you say that Kasabian are covering Heroes for ITV? Ye Gods.)
Anywho, to the job in hand. Obviously apart from the Rooney/Walcott stories, everyone is asking: Is the meaty footballs on the Pizza Hut Football Supreme the most crass attempt to crowbar a reference to the soccerball tournament into a product advert? Well it's a good question, and I would say, "So far, yes. Yes it is."
I mean, they're frickin' meatballs. Their only relation to football is that they're round. And even then they're a gristly, lumpy kind of round. If truth be told, their closest relationship to the synthetic leather of the World cup ball is that they both have the same nutritional value.
But the tourney has not yet begun, so hold on there young mule. Do not yet decree Pizza Hut (if it is them - their name escapes me) as the worst offender. You can be sure that others will come and try their best. And Syi2 will be there for each and every one.
On a similar note, can someone please tell me why oh why oh why I am going to find myself in the Welsh hills for the first weekend of the World Cup? How in all that is good and wholesome did I end up arranging that? What, quite frankly, was I thinking?
If you do know, please tell me, cos I sure as hell don't.
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