Happy Anniversary!

Posted in Uncategorized on November 6, 2009 by Steve

1976 League Cup Final. November 6th.

Aberdeen 2 (Jarvie, Robb) – Celtic 1 (dog-leash)

As an aside, I was recently in the company of a sellick fan from Buckie (who then had the cheek to call me a sheep!) who claimed Dalglish was better than Maradonna! Deluded twat, no wonder his wife wanted to shag me.

I note from the wikipedia page (not the most reliable source, it must be said) rasellickbyrawaybigman played a 4-5-1! Typical infirm, playing not to lose to the mighty Aberdeen Football Club who, it should be noted, started with three up front and, indeed subbed one goalscoring forward for another. Take note, Mark McGhee, he who dares – wins!

It also bears remembering that we pumped the huns in the semi final.

C’wa the Dons!

The Times’ recent take on it.

Now it’s out of the way…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 22, 2009 by Steve

The snivelling little shitbag exercised his democratic right to “debate” on Question Time. It was, of course, a mess; Griffin looked uncomfortable, confused and lost. His policies were largely exposed and the audience gave it to him, both barrels. A lot was made about the BNP gaining legitimacy, in the way Jean Marie le Pen did when he got on French television, but Little Nicky was exposed badly and, though some people may have empathised with him as a man alone, attacked from all sides, I doubt it will make much difference.

Diane Abbott was on the following programme, bemoaning Griffin being allowed on and, like Peter Hain, it’s valid to question the legality of the party, would it not have been better to check this before, I don’t know, they stood for election?

It’s all proof positive that the media is king and appearances are more important than policy. Thanks for that, Tony Blair and, by the way, if the way Griffin has packaged his “new” party as a slick, sleazy machine seems familiar to you, it’s because he copied you. Well done.

As for the other panelists, Jack Straw was an easy target (predictably) but got a couple of digs in. He looked more concerned about being the “Hammer of the BNP”, rather than preparing for the questions the audience would ask. The Lib-Dem Chris Huhne made an arse of himself (unusual, of late; the Lib-Dems have done well, the last couple of years) and will doubtless be relegated out of sight (good).

Bonnie Greer was good and her references to race in the US and anthropology (she chairs the British Museum) gave her an authority that made Griffin look even more stupid.

As for the Tory (Two right wingers, and Dimbleby, on the panel? No fair!), Baroness Warsi did well, sidestepping the issue of civil partnerships (she’s big on making statements about “family”), which I thought might trip her up. Plus, I probably would shag her, but only to show her who’s boss.

Forgive me, but you know what those Tory birds are like, and I need to get my money’s worth out of the jodhpurs

Yes, I am proud that I spelled “jodhpurs” right, first time!

What seems to have been missed by everyone is the effect the event will have on the BNP. In his desperation to appear respectable, Griffin squirmed in his seat and gave non-committal answers, while his supporters at home (when not busy shaving their palms) will have been screaming blue murder for selling out. Remember, these half-witted morons want their leader to say he hates p*k*s, n*gg*rs and y*ds.

If you think David Cameron’s frightened about upsetting the 1922 Committee and his (ahem) traditional constituency, how do you think Griffin feels about the BNP membership and their (err…) hardcore “values”?

He usurped the previous leader, after all. The clock is ticking, Mr Griffin…

It was twenty years ago today…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 22, 2009 by Steve

More comedic gold!

Posted in Uncategorized on October 21, 2009 by Steve

While looking for increasinly unlikely excuses for not starting my essay, I stumbled once again on the Woodcutter website.

You may remember I linked to it before, but the Woody / Langlee related news continues to be reported.

“As Woodcutter barmaid Lynsey prepares to leave for

America, we ask; America… is it better than Langlee?”

Good show!

Where we are?

Posted in Uncategorized on October 20, 2009 by Steve

OK, confession time. When the news of former perpetrator of crimes against humanity in the form of music Stephen Gately’s death broke, I heard the jokes and I laughed at the jokes and I forwarded some of those jokes (to the point that I have no credit on my mobile). It’s what human beings do in the face of tragedy, we deal with it, often with humour.

Then Jan Moir’s column happened. This odious ratbag writes for the Daily Mail, aka Razzle for fascists. The column, which was published before the funeral (I suppose the Mail has to be current and topical once in a while, even if its opinions aren’t), is a tragic mix of lies, predjudice, conjecture and (did I mention this?) lies.

I refuse to link to it, but you can get to it via Charlie Brooker’s excellent reponse in the Guardian. The sad thing is that perhaps more people in this country agree with Moir, rather  than Brooker. On the plus side, most of them are hanging on grimly against the inevitable. Here’s hoping for a cold snap this winter, eh? Especially at Moir’s house.

The jokes were funny, it has to be said. They were just jokes, though! Sadly, it seems that it’ll be the jokes that’ll be frowned upon, rather than the nasty, bitter opinions of the Jan Moirs of this world. More’s the pity.

Here’s Brooker’s archive.

Mark McGhee in the Sunday Herald

Posted in Uncategorized on October 18, 2009 by Steve

This made me laugh

Posted in Uncategorized on October 18, 2009 by Steve

Ian Bell Frenzy!

Posted in Uncategorized on October 18, 2009 by Steve

My link to the Herald got severed, so I was pleased to find this article in today’s Sunday Herald, on the politics of fitba nationality.

Bell’s column on the Dylan Xmas album.

Bell’s new archive page.

Pixies

Posted in Uncategorized on October 5, 2009 by Steve

Superb last night. The touring part was myself, The Legend and Mr and Mrs Facts (for it is they!). Early chat on the road up consisted of the demise of omniblob (is that link ironic, or what?) and the inevitable stop for garage food. Garage food and I don’t get along but of course I was once again sucked in by the promise of  Harthill services.

Of course, this wasn’t any garage food, this was M+S garage food. Bollocks, I still ended up with a sore stomach, which wasn’t helped with the gassy Pepsi on sale at the venue. As for the t-shirt stand, a bugbear of mine is that three quarters of the (old) people in the venue wouldn’t fit into any of the merchandise. This is a recurring theme which is weird, given how I remember band t-shirts being so baggy? No jokes, please…

Sons and Daughters were decent support and had good energy, I quite enjoyed them. Within five seconds of them walking on stage, The Legend said;

“Were I not happily settled in a relationship,

I’d fucking shag the bird playing bass!”

(I added several words to the original quote. As a fun game, can you guess which ones?)

I’m pretty sure the singer was a self-harmer but, then again, that never stopped a musician being good, did it?

Well, the main event, to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of the life changing second album “Doolittle” was unbelievably good. The inevitable pissing around during the arty film intro was annoying but the band roared through the album and b-sides (remember b-sides, readers?) in about an hour, before doing the two remaining b-sides, as an encore. The Legend was pointing at his watch, as if an hour wasn’t enough for the money, until I pointed out they’d played twenty-one songs!

Too many highlights to mention, though this aging correspondent’s massacre of everyone within forty feet during “Tame” will live long in the memory, if not the memories of his brain-damaged victims. That’ll teach the young bastards for pogo-ing at inappropriate moments…

The band then came back out and did a second, eight-song encore of earlier songs from the initial e.p. and first album. How nobody died in the, mostly middle-aged, mayhem is beyond me. The Legend, almost medically dead by this point, was unappreciative of my ironic watch-pointing gestures. To be fair, by this point, everyone was knackered and sore, except the eccied-up stranger who insisted on trying to make friends with me on the way out. Why does this happen to me? It must be down to my sunny disposition and outright approachability. The set list (with some youtube links, I love the youtube links!) is below.

Dancing the Manta Ray

Weird at My School

Bailey’s Walk

Manta Ray

Debaser

Tame

Wave of Mutilation

I Bleed

Here Comes Your Man

Dead

Monkey Gone to Heaven

Mr. Grieves

Crackity Jones

La La Love You

No. 13 Baby

There Goes My Gun

Hey

Silver

Gouge Away

(Encore 1)

Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf)

Into the White

(Encore 2)

Holiday Song

Nimrod’s Son

Caribou

Broken Face

Something Against You

Vamos

Isla de Encanta

Where is My Mind?

Facts (for it is he!) was gutted that “Gigantic” wasn’t played. They tossed a coin on which song to finish on. I think they got it right. At least as good as their gig at Meadowbank a few years back. The fact that we were right down the front (and in the immediate presence of guitar anti-hero Joey Santiago) just shades it for me.

Fucking brilliant.

Zeinab Bedawi

Posted in Uncategorized on October 2, 2009 by Steve

I was watching BBC4 World News tonight and was thinking that the presenter was looking pretty good. She’s 50 years old tomorrow!

I don’t know if that’s kudos to her, or a sign of inevitable decline in me. I hate being old…