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silence in images

2009-03-11T17:15:00.004Z

A photo to give an idea of the amount of support the Silent Protest gained today...

This one was taken by a photographer called TBSteve

The guys over at Slugger O'Toole

took a few photos too - check them out here.

Silent Protests

2009-03-11T10:52:00.005Z

Over the last few days Northern Ireland has been reeling from the murders of two soldiers and a policeman at the hands of dissident IRA groups (the Real IRA and the Continuity IRA) the first since peace officially began after the Good Friday Agreement was signed. This marks a seemingly new and dark direction of Northern Irish history.

Silent protests have been organised and people across Northern Ireland are expected to attend a series of rallies to show their anger at the murders.

Silent protests are to be held in Belfast, Lisburn, Newry, Downpatrick and Londonderry and a peace vigil will take place in Craigavon, close to the site where Constable Stephen Paul Carroll was shot dead on Monday.

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2009-03-03T11:23:00.000Z

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Tribute to David Ervine

2007-01-12T22:40:00.000Z

Today Northern Ireland buried David Ervine, a man who has made this place better for all of us and hopefully generations to come.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/6252921.stm

It was heart warming to see Gerry Adams attend his funeral, a gesture that demonstrates how far we (as a population) have come.

It is a shame that the significance of David Ervine's legacy is demonstrated so emphatically at a time we morn his passing, but it is a fitting tribute a man that has indisputably made Northern Ireland a better place for all of its inhabitants.

David Ervine, Rest In Peace.

Silly Boy>>

2006-11-13T14:35:00.000Z

Fun should not be a busted lung -
As busted lungs are not that much fun.
Aching chests are not all the best
As Blood pumped with booze may leave you depressed.

Although I'd be lying to say it's not fun
I've put pay to that monkey, now he's on the run.
Although it's unhealthy and bad for my bones
So often you'll find me on my on a booze laden throne.

So fill me up, there is room for one more
I'll know to go home when I'm sick on the floor.
When I cough up a lung, or start pissing blood
Like a pig in shite, not a stick in the mud.

So you may well find me, celebrating the day
Every night till the evening has again passed away.
And though I am human, or at least some may say
I'll smile more when the monkey is sent on his way...

Electric picnic (Music Fesival Ireland)

2006-09-01T16:01:00.000+01:00

I have only arived today (friday 1 sept 2006) at the festival ( http://www.electricpicnic.ie/flash.html ) and after some small wait getting to the camp site, I have discovered the FREE internet access tent. It is brilliant, and free.

So it may well cost 10 Euros to get some food and a drink, 5 Euros to get a glass (or plastic) or beer but you cannot beat the internet for free option. The connection is fast enough and as I said... IT.. Costs .... Nothing to use......

Looking forward to Massive attack this eve and eating also apeals to me....

But I would like to once again state that at Electric Picnic 2006 Internet access was Free....

That is all........

Ineesfree music festival?

2006-07-25T13:03:00.000+01:00

This weekend my Girlfriend and I took a trip away to Ineesfree island to a “music festival?” they had happening there.

I was the first time both of us had gone to a camping festival.

After a long journey we finally go to the quay where the boat departed from, there was at least 20 other people waiting to be picked up and taken across.

Of course that didn’t stop the que jumpers pushing us back a few boats and leaving us in the rain as they sought there own ends. (due to the fact that it took so long to get to the island I missed the one band I had gone to see, which was disappointing)

This was not the greatest of starts…

But once on the Island we felt great, there would have been 100 + people there, all for the festival.
We had the pleasure of chatting to at least 5 or 6 dead on people. Two lovely girls even helped me with my sand castle (I will never be too old to stop building them).

Tickets cost £22 each witch may have kept the crowd confined to the more
affluent kids with spare cash and cars…
After all, it would not do to have too many of the lesser know quantities floating about, would it?

Now to be honest, I half expected it to be a collection of sound people who where all there to have a good time and get along, as opposed to a bunch of spoiled antisocial rich kids… The latter was the case…

If anyone is thinking of going to a festival where other festival goers have no interest in interacting with anyone they had not previously known on arrival then this is the place for you. If not, well I wouldn’t recommend it…

I won’t be back unless I can bring a squad of dead on people with me, pre packed friends…
Even when I said hello to a guy at “his” camp fire he just stared at me and said nothing and stared at me…

I am sure I have learned something from this experience, not sure what it is yet though…

On the up side, the water was lovely and the few dead on people we spoke to were well sound and interesting.

When the rain died off the sun was pumping out the heat, I am now quite red facially and flies seem to have dined on my blood leaving parts of my head looking slightly mountainous not unlike the Donegal scenery we had to pass to get there.

All in all the journey was lovely and was a great experience to share with my girlfriend, especially the fish and chips we gobbled up on the way home,,,,, hmmmm crispy….
But there you go…..

Was a nice weekend all in all. The only thing that let us down was some of the people (I’m not even gonna start on the drivers who seemed to have a death wish on the journey to and from our destination).

Thanks for those few nice people on the island that made it all better… The world needs you more than you’ll ever know……

Bye then... I'm off...

2006-07-25T03:36:00.000+01:00

I’m unaware of what we meant to you
But I’m moving on as I’m sure you have too
We gave it some time and we shared so much
I feel I shared more but it was never enough.

So the word on the street is, you thought I was needy
But have a wee think won’t you please thank you weezie
What did you give me that I didn’t give you?
Did you ever think of me whilst you did what you do?

I put up with too much and you left me alone
Alone with my thoughts floating in the unknown
Occasionally sinking to the depths of despair
As I reached for your hand, it was never there.

All I have is what I am,
I tell the truth, your love’s a sham
A shame, a game that’s run its course
No regrets and no remorse.

I opened up, you took the piss
I tasted pain upon your kiss
There came a point you chose to miss
The things you sold did not exist.

But that’s the way the world goes round
The truth to you a distant sound
Pretend to love for your own ends
Pretentious artist like your friends

To be truthful they need a slap
They know fuck all, their thoughts are crap
Their minds so shallow, self absorbed
A world exists that they ignore.

Well it’s my world they choose to slate
What is it that makes them great?
Is it the fact they know it all?
They act as much but know fuck all…

Pants on fire…

2006-07-25T02:17:00.000+01:00

I met a guy who’s at least three in one
God, Holy Spirit and also the son.

But not all that holy and not always good
With many personas, all misunderstood.

Some of his demons I truly despise
They twisted the truth and thrived upon lies.

I struggled to know if good dwelled at all
Within such a shell that would crack should he fall.

I imagine he worries he’ll trip on his lies
Such a waste of a brain to spin alibis.

About something or nothing, they seem both the same
Can’t imagine the turmoil that breeds in his brain.

If my head he melted, then his must be toast
For the knack of deception would consume its’ host.

I’m glad I’m not him, though I pray for his soul
As the battle inside shall consume him whole.

Maybe late puberty is hitting him hard
Perhaps as he can only ever be a façade
Of who he is, maybe he’ll never know
As the world is a theatre where the truths not on show.

But I caught a glimpse as I stood in the wings
Of a sweet little boy who’s heart never sings
As the world seemed too cruel to come out and play
And he can’t come to terms to be happy and gay.

But if God made us all, God made him that way
No matter what rhetoric raving preachers may claim
- they know very little, in truth they know less
But thanks to such fools this boys head‘s a mess.

He can do as he wants, those scumbags know nothing
Those self deniers are all up to something
They think they’ll see heaven as they’ve paid their deposit
But deep down inside they are all in the closet.

To those who come out, I truly respect you
And hope you enjoy what you choose to get up to
My flavour is different but I still understand
How it feels to have longing alone in this land.

So fuck all the doubters and manic street shouters
They dream of a toilet in the sky with no outer’s
To cottage away through the day and the night
As all that they say quite simply is shite…

Evening Standards...

2006-07-20T16:53:00.000+01:00

The sign in the supermarket says
shoplifters will be prosecuted
That’s the law and crime don’t pay
unless you do it cutely.

Whilst its wrong to take a mars bar
or packs of cheep old noodles
It’s cool to have a sweatshop
making super discount sandals.

Both Bush and Blair they take a stand,
against yer man Sadahm.
He’s oh so bad, and not like us
Falklands Vietnam.

His dangerous ways and cruelty,
were wrong and it’s that simple
You cannot justify murdering,
Unless they’re not your people.

Take some standards, times by two,
and act like you don’t have a clue.
Surely if you lead a nation,
you should know of your intention.

Is it power, is it oil
or just something to pass the time?
Who gives a shit? not you pair
as you plunge the world into despair.

Explain what you are fighting for?
Tell us why you started war?
How do you ever sleep at night?
How do your wrongs end up right?

It seems to me, you’re lying shits
Self serving dirty hypocrites
And Georgie hang your head in shame
That big boy Blair’s been ‘round again.

It’s all Blair’s fault he’s led astray lead astray
My Georgie couldn’t be to Blame
He knows not what he does you see
Yet he runs the bloody cunt-er-e.

I swear it is the strangest thing,
a human puppet with no sting
- that you can see but it’s still there.
To flick the switch of world warfare.

Alternatively Ulster..... I'll drink to your twelfth...

2006-07-14T16:29:00.000+01:00

This year I was yet again unable to get out of northern Ireland for the twelfth.... But I had an amazing time...

I am not a nationalist... But.... I'd be closer to a nationalist than a loyalist and am sick of both sides kicking lumps out of eachother, and so many people getting caught in the cross fire...

It is such a complicated issue in this place (NI). I have now lived here for 12 years and have started to get used to it now.
The way I feel is simple, ...

The problems we have are due to years of misunderstanding and mistrust with a pinch of injustice,,,, the killings and attacks on good and bad people alike that have been a blight on our lives and basically ruined many summers for too long now.

But this year was different, for me anyway...

I went camping just outside Cookstown on the 11th night and had a great time. I awoke on the 12th at about 9.30 am to the sound of a distant marching band....

For the first time in my life I can honestly say, it sounded really nice to hear music in the morning,,,, the band were playing "Waltzing Matilda" which was strange, but very nice... near a mixed of catholic area...
but this was out near a Forrest park and it was great.....

Anyway,,, when I got back from the expedition someone informed me that the 12th had passed of with no trouble (as far as they had heard)......

I was stunned, but very pleased to hear it.....

normal when I hear a marching band it just sounds like angry noise, especial if it is

So I just thought to myself,,,, "maybe, just maybe, there is hope for us yet,,,,, but only maybe".

We will have to wait and see................ Time will tell.......

Ode to Miss Parton...

2006-07-10T11:01:00.000+01:00

You sing and lift me
your voice so sweet and pretty
Each string resonating inside me
like a happy harp hammered softly

I feel light like only you can lift me
So thanks for that, it makes me happy.

At times like these, when I feel so hurt inside
It all gets turned and evens out when I hear nine to five.

It’s all just so relaxing
Like living in a dream
When I hear the words Flow out your mouth
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.

So cheers for that Dolly
You have such a turn of phrase
And though I'm melancholy
with your words I am raised.

Sven (good competitive record) Erickson

2006-07-03T15:26:00.000+01:00

Well, Sven you did a great job and you will be missed....

I am sure England fans will forgive you for only bringing four strikers to the world cup.
Just because two of them had injury problems and one didn't even get a kick, doesn't mean you were wrong....

It was great watching you send out 11 men and manage to get most of them playing below par.
You are magic.

Just because you kept Beckham as captain instead of giving the honor to Steven Gerrard, we will not hold it against you... After all you had a plan.

I am curious to know, what was your plan?

If it was to play dreary football and get put out on penalties then well done.

However if it was to actually win the tournament, perhaps you were slightly blinkered in your thinking.
After all, I believe that against Portugal in euro 2004 you used the same cautious approach in that game and England ended up going out on penalties...
Well that was just unlucky, so why not try it again?

Perhaps, the reason you should have tried to win the game is that drawing games is not so good in the knockout stages... If you do not loose but fail to win, it will result in a penalty shootout...
Like in Portugal 2004... That we lost... remember that?

Things are gonna change though...

Now England can look forward to a new manager,,, Steve Mclaren....

Who has proven himself at club level?
Well,,, he seems nice...

Who needs Martin O'Neil when you can have Super Steve?
What has O'Neil got that Mclaren lacks anyway?

Just because he has won tittles and got the best out of most of the players he has had playing for him.

Just because he has a great attitude that is so infectious it helps motivate and inspire players where ever he goes.

After all, Mclaren is great...

He has a nice hair cut and everything...

But back to Sven,,,,

All sarcasm aside, Sven is and always will be a massive fuck head.
He is a big bag of steaming shite and will not be missed.
His brand of boring uninspiring gerbil like management has been an embarrassment..

I really feel that I myself having no formal qualifications and the distinct lack of a "good competitive record" would have been able to do a better job... But they never asked me.. What can you do?

It's all over for another few years....

So I'll just have to settle for roaring on Germany and France in the remaining games... So come on Deutschland and viva la France....

That's me done...

2006-07-01T01:06:00.000+01:00

Once again my head is a wreck.
Once again my mind is done.
As logic’s replaced by frustration.
Bound up and drowning in procrastination.

Nothing is a good idea
In a fuzzy frenzy like we have here.
Again the wheels no longer roll
But linger in their gutter hole.

Can’t say I like it, not one bit.
Truth be told I feel like shit.
I don’t want hugs or sympathy,
Some voodoo cat is twisting me.

Round and round and up and down.
I’ll paint a smile but feel a frown.
As all I know comes crashing down.
Behind my back without a sound.

Happiness slid on as I slept
left a lid of the jar were it was kept.
In its place resides a curse.
It’s with me now and getting worse.

It’s my lot to live these days
Happiness comes but seldom stays.
Just floats around and picks it’s time.
Teases and pleases my fragile mind.

What can I say, what can I do?
At times I see others that feel it too.
It’s some release to share this pain
And smile a while ‘till it’s back again.

Big cars and bullshit…

2006-06-26T17:41:00.000+01:00

Discount jeans and money off tooth paste
Food for tomorrow and nuclear waste.
A drink or a few for all that ails you
Glossing over the fact that your government fails you.

Money frittered away by crazy comities
While fools in suits drive gas guzzlers in cities.
No thoughts but there own, just selfish distain
The worlds on the slide, yet they still feel no shame.

Morals like fashion, they come and they go
For guests the best china is always on show.
That’s how it is, superficial and fake
Those cheep sons of money seldom give, always take.

But if money’s your god and possessions define you
You have no defence from the ones who malign you.
All that you own is your own ball and chain
Should you lose it all, maybe then you’ll feel shame.

Crescent Arts, Pat and Nipsey

2006-06-15T11:59:00.000+01:00

Here are some pictures of a Belfast based Band (I say Belfast, but as usual am not sure, But they are definitely from N. Ireland).

This duo go by the name of Pat and Nipsey.

I was walking through the grounds of Belfast City Hall on a sunny Saturday (June 3rd) when I heard music. Two guys had an amp and a guitar each (one of the guitars might have been a base, I cannot remember).

They sounded great, It kind of reminded me of the scene in back to the future when Marty McFly started playing "Johnny Be Good" and the guy on side stage held up the telephone to let his friend hear it (It may well seem like a cheezie reference, I don't care).

Anyway, I went on to visit my mate in his place of work, he shut up shop and came with me to City Hall to hear these two guy I was raving about. Unfortunately they had finished playing by this stage. But they were still knocking about, so we went over and had a wee chat with 'em.

They informed us that they would be playing in the crescent that evening. Funny really, as I was just waiting to find somewhere to go that night and had a feeling that someone would point me in the right direction. So anyway, I had a great night (all in all) and managed to snap a few pics with my camera phone. They are not the best quality but do however capture some of the vibe or the evening.

Pat and Nipsey have a great refreshing sound. I am not too good at categorizing music, but if I were to describe how they sound, I'd say, rock and roll, blues, with a hint of punk (more like the Clash than the sex pistols). They reminded me in some ways of the Libertines.

To be honest though, you have to hear them for yourself to decide who or what they sound like. I can say they sound very good though.

They have a CD out that I believe is doing the rounds, but I have as yet been unable to procure a copy.

Anyway, They have already got a great sound and are sure to write more and more songs as time goes by. They have potential to be as successful as a successful pair of guys, Good Luck to 'em.

The Elliots, MUsic Belfast

2006-06-12T13:26:00.000+01:00

Belfast Music can lead the way...

I went to See some bands In the Crescent Arts Centre on June, 3rd 2006.
I was shocked at how good this band were...
They have the potential to go very far indeed.

The reason I believe this is due to the fact that they are a class act.
The Elliots are as tight as any band I have ever seen, have a great chemistry, beuatiful vocal harmonies and sound instrumentaly inspirational.

I am still buzzin'.

Here Are some Pics of the Belfast Based band (I think they are Belfast Based, they are From N. Ireland anyway).

The Photo's were taken at the Crescent Arts Centre on June, 3rd 2006.

Was dissapointed with the bluryness of this one but wanted to put it up as I didn't have another one of Ronnie (guitar player featured).

Although I tried very hard to get a snap of the drummer, It just wouldn't happen for me. This was due to a lack of light and a poor quality camera phone (still is better than nothing).

You can find a pic of the drummer at http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=77512888 .

You can also find out more about the band.

Note from a slightly less angry island...

2006-06-05T13:36:00.000+01:00

Saturday In Belfast...

Sunny Saturday weather and blue skies with the occasional fluffy friendly cloud hovering like a big goofy smile above our heads (-; "wouldn't it be great if it was like this all the time" ;-).

It was lovely.

I went into town on a whim and everything else just fit nicely from then on in.

I couldn't think of where to go that evening, all I knew was that somewhere there had to be a good vibe and I was going to find it...

Got a lift into town and walked towards my friends place of work to throw him in a CD (was Public Enemy, if you must know). On my way I passed through the grounds of Belfast City hall.
There was the usual selection of young punk/goth/metal kids (for want of a better word) scattered about, some with guitars.
As I stopped to send a text to someone I heard a noise. It was music. Good music. Alive live music.

Two guys had set up amps and had a bass and a electric guitar plugged in flinging out some pretty nice tunes. No one seemed to mind.
They were singing a song "I'm In trouble, I'm in trouble, I'm in trouble with the law" .
I was hooked....

I went on to the shop my friend was working in and told him about them. It was five O'clock, time for him to shut up shop. I helped him wheel in a few rails of clothes, he put the shutter down and we left.

Sadly when we got to the city hall the guys had stopped playing. But... They were still there, So we asked them a few questions, (IE. what do you call yourselves? A; We are called "Pat and Nipsy") and low and behold, they were playing a gig that evening....

That was my plans sorted.

They were to play as part of the bill in the crescent arts centre "NEW MOON SHOWCASE" http://www.crescentarts.org/events/ .
So My friend and I then went to see about getting tickets, There was none.
But We were told to Que at the door and perhaps we would get in, so we did, and we did (get in).

But That story will have to wait as I am tellin this one,

So after trying to get tickets we went to have a few cold beers in Botanic Gardens, Was great.
After an hour or so I had to go.
I walked up the road next to the Lagan river towards the Ormeau Road and the bridge that divides the Upper and Lower Ormeau Communities. The boundary that either facilitates of denies the crossing of the parades (especially the July parade) http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/829470.stm .

It has so often been a scene of I'll will and confrontation, but today was different, Today was special.

The sun was smiling and warming all bellow, and now it was the turn of the water to contribute to the day.

On the lower Ormeau side of the bridge someone had loosened something and made water burst out from this water main (or whatever you call it).

I was bursting upward, throwing a fountain of water toward the sky of at least twelve foot high.

Some contrast to the usual focus of traffic jams and murals. Frustrated drivers and pedestrians alike crossing the invisible divide of nothing.

On the right are some young guy who were soaked and alive. The "Give way Sign" in the center, unintentional, as far as I know seems to work for the traffic. With the exception of the occasional over eager driver ("doesn't work for people though") ;-)...

On the right you can see some murals in the background. I can't find any photos on the web but I found a site that may explain some things http://cain.ulst.ac.uk/mccormick/album3.htm.

Close up of fountain, washing someones car.

As they say, "Necessity is the mother of all invention".

.........................................................................
After all this I realised a few things.

Today was a good day to be in Belfast.

Also, Camera phones can be a wonderful thing....

So where there is smiles and fun, there is hope... Therefore, there will always be hope...

Thanks to who ever made the water happen, thanks for Mckeiver for selling me his old camera phone, thanks to the sun and the clouds for not getting in the way of it.

I love Belfast Again... x o x

World Cup 2006 (how the Falklands were won and were it got us)

2006-06-02T15:57:00.000+01:00

The time draws nearer, Soon it will all be done and dusted and the cup will be lifted and we will have a new name on the trophy.
It won’t be Brazil… Even though they have The great Ronaldinio.

The first game kicks off on 9th of June.
Germany v Costa Rica
Venue - Munich, 1700 .G.M.T.

I think Germany will win, If I were to predict the score, at a push I’d say 4 -1.
Of course that is just random and who is to say Costa Rica won’t manage a surprise result, after all Germany are playing in front of a nation with great expectations. There will be pressure.

We will see.

Anyway, Moving on…
I am English and want to see Theo Walcott shine (up the gunners) and Ashley Cole too of course, and lets not forget the best defender England will have at the world cup this year “super Sol” Campbell.
Sol will show the world what he is made of (strong stuff).
After all his private issues and personal trials he is a man reborn (mark my words).

The one reservation I have is, that certain small percentage of England supporters, the ones that think England have some divine right to walk away with the trophy.
This is not football. It is bullshit.

I have been thinking about Maradona and “that goal” (you know, the “hand of God”).
I think that If you look at the politics involved.

I.e. Argentina Invading the Falkland Islands (Islas Malvinas) perhaps because they wanted to govern them. It makes sense that they probably have a good claim too, as Argentina is the closest country to them and England is far, far away.

I don’t think the English would be too happy if the Argentines decided to Invade the Isle Of White (like that’d happen).

The British empire is dissolving (good) and not before time. If you are not allowed to steal a mars bar from a shop, how come the Empire was allowed to steal entire countries?
Hypocrisy, Absolute bloody minded nonsense…

So If you asked most people in England this question,

What would you prefer to have, The world cup or the Falkland islands?

What do you think they would say?

Would they say, “Oh, hmmm, I think I want my country to keep possession of some islands that I’ll never visit that are further away from England than Russia”

or

“What the hell do I want with a load of islands of the coast of Argentina, fuck that, I’ll have the world cup if you don’t mind”.

But that ain’t what happened, Thanks to Thatcher (Iron Maggie) the people got what she wanted. Not what they wanted (democracy?).

…………….
I can’t finish this article off as I have lost my train of thought,
The point I wanted to make was that the hand of God incident was the closest example of Two wrongs making a right I have ever seen (but the horror of war and the effect it has on ordinary, good peoples lives can never be quantified and understated).

But at least Maradona (the best footballer I have ever seen in my life, apart from Henry) with his Hand of God goal brought joy to a nation that had been wronged, bullied and cheated by the British Empire.

Justice was not done, but It sort of was…..

Champions league Final (this is it).

2006-05-17T13:51:00.000+01:00

As the excitement builds and the anticipation fills me and many other Arsenal fans with a feeling seldom felt (if ever).
The countdown to the 2006 Champions league final draws ever nearer (it will have kicked off in less than 6 hours from now).
All the hard work and heroics that have led us (Arsenal) to this stage will count for very little if we can't overcome the mighty Barcelona this evening.

I am proud of my team, even if they loose.

Despite many people saying that "Arsenal have no chance of winning the Champions league", they are in the final and have been playing increasingly well in the last few matches of the season. Is this our year?

Well I am gonna go all out and say yes, I see no reason why we should think that Barca's name is already written on the cup.
If Arsenal play as they can play, with all the team spirit and togetherness the have displayed in seeing off Real Madrid and Juventus they will be very hard to beat.

If they play to their potential and it is a fair game (no soft free kicks, penalties of harsh bookings) then whatever the result, I will be proud.

Hopefully the next time I post on this blog, it will be a celebratory article applauding the success of my team, fingers crossed anyway. XXX

Arsene Wengers (bargin) Army (and Jose Antonio Reyes)

2006-05-16T14:29:00.000+01:00

With the Champions league final looming, I just thought I'd look up a few of the players. I was particularly interested in how much Super Defensive duo Kolo Toure and Emmanuel Eboué cost to sign as they have been outstanding this season.
So, here are a few of Arsene Wengers signings. Some Bargains to say the least (oh and Jose Antonio Reyes, hmmm).

Kolo Toure - ASEC Mimosas - for £150,000
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolo_Tour%C3%A9 )

Abou Diaby - AJ Auxerre - for around £2m
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abou_Diaby )

Robert Pires - Olympique de Marseille - £6 million
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Pir%C3%A8s )

Fredrik Ljungberg - Halmstads -
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fredrik_Ljungberg )

Jose Antonio Reyes - Sevilla - £17.5 million
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Antonio_Reyes )

Jens Lehmann - Borussia Dortmund -
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jens_Lehmann )

Robin van Persie - Feyenoord - £3 million
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_van_Persie )

Laureano Bisan-Etame Mayer (Lauren) - RCD Mallorca -
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lauren_Etame_Mayer )

Aliaksandr Pavlovich Hleb - VfB Stuttgart - £10 million (maximum fee depending on certain conditions) ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aliaksandr_Hleb )

Thierry Daniel Henry - Juventus - £10.5 million ( he cost Juventus £14 million)
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thierry_Henry )

Francesc "Cesc" Fabregas Soler - FC Barcelona - £1 million
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cesc_F%C3%A0bregas )

Mathieu Flamini - Olympique de Marseille - £300k
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathieu_Flamini )

Pascal Cygan - Lille FC - £2.1m
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pascal_Cygan )

Gliberto Silva - Atlético Mineiro - £4.5 million
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilberto_Silva )

Phillippe Sylvain Senderos - Servette - £2.5 million
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippe_Senderos )

Gaël Clichy - AS Cannes - £250,000
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ga%C3%ABl_Clichy )

Sol Campbell - Tottenham Hotspur - Free transfer (ha ha ha)
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sol_Campbell )

Emmanuel Eboué - K.S.K. Beveren (Belgian) - £1.54 million
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmanuel_Ebou%C3%A9 )

Theodore "Theo" Walcott - Southampton - initial fee of £5 million, rising to a possible £12m.
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theo_Walcott )

Johan Djourou - Etoile (Switserland) - He might have been free (I can't find a fee for him)
( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johan_Djourou )

The Truth about Phillip Schofield!!! (you heard it here first)

2006-05-16T04:19:00.000+01:00

Do I want to watch a program on TV at 3.20 am in which Phillip Schofield comments while a strange, Dorset trophy wife of woman regresses a mixture of "celebrities" (I've heard of some of them anyway).

Why not.

It's really bad, Schofield is such a mnnnuuuu (there is no word for what he is, it's more of a noise). Phillip Schofield is a borderline, bland, nicey nicey , hhhgggg (when I try to think of words, they don't come).

He oozes this friendly patronizing persona, it's like he thinks that if he talks shite you will still believe him. Even though you know better.
It almost works too, but I'm not a kid anymore and this ain't the broom cupboard.

I remember when Schofield stopped doing children's BBC, I was upset, I thought "I'm not watching this any more"..... I was too young to know better.....

But now I know, Schofield is plotting...... His plans are clear to me.....

First, the broom cupboard, getting into the mind of young kids and hypnotising them before they realized "he's fuckin shite".
Then those kids grew up, they would be much harder to convince, so,,,,, Schofield has an idea "I know, I'll be on in the morning, they will be half asleep" (Schofield rubs his hands together and grins and lets out an evil laugh) "nothing can stop me, nothing,,,,,nothing,,, ha ha ha ha ha" .

But that wasn't enough people for him to control, he wanted more.

Now here he is on a show called "Have I Been Here Before?" , this is how ITV describe it...

Have our souls lived before?
Do you believe in live after death?
Where do our dreams come from?
Have you ever met someone and been convinced you have met them in a previous life?

All these questions, and more, will be tackled in this fascinating new daytime series.

..... You have to see it, http://www.itv.com/page.asp?partid=3419

Any program that uses the testimony of Uri Geller.... well... Need i say more....

Is this show actually worse than MOST HAUNTED ( http://www.livingtv.co.uk/mosthauntedlive/ this isn't a good link but most haunted is such an awful show I'm not about to waste my Phillip Schofield rant time).

So back to Schofield... He is now doing a show that appeals to people that are really week minded and will cling on to the most ridiculous notions, as they are "very spiritual people" and suspect they may "have native American blood". In short, really witless folk that may well be "technically stupid". People who get very wound up when you question the validity of an urban myth that some guy who knows their friend's brothers plumber told them indirectly.

Anyway, my point is, if Phillip Schofield is allowed to use his mind control on people this vulnerable, the world may not be safe.

He could have an army of mentally deficient highly dedicated followers who hang on his every word, and we really don't want that, do we.

Do we?

Use the force!!!!

2006-05-12T02:10:00.000+01:00

I spent ages trying to get this to look its best and it still looks like shite.

It ain't easy using a this blogger at times.

But i try and that is the main thing.

It wouldn't let me put in gaps of empty space between the lines so i had to use dots.

On a Tuesday night a long long time ago

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In a place called Leicester Square

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It was the premiere of Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones

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A man named Alan Grisbrook was about to restore the balance of what we call the force

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It is the force that binds us, it exists inside every living thing

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After this night the balance of power and justice in the galaxy would be restored forever

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After this night the world would have hope where there was no hope before

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After this night non believers would proclaim "I was wrong, there is a god"

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One of the lowliest creatures on the planet was to become etched into eternal folklore

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A seldom appreciated predator would for once serve the public

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His actions were to eradicate all prejudice in the world

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Bringing together all the nations world in celebration

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No war, just Peace and harmony

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For everyone, evermore

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The world owes you.

(photo of Jay Kay)

If anyone's expression says "headbutt me" more than this picture,

I haven't seen it.

You're probably wishing you could headbutt him now.

If you are, don't worry, its normal.

If Gandhi was still knocking about he'd have done the same thing.

Arsenal Claim 4th spot

2006-05-10T14:09:00.000+01:00

Not only did Arsenal manage to make it to the final of the champions league, but they also snatched that elusive 4th place from poor Tottenham (my heart bleeds). However at this stage Spurs have written a letter to try and get there final league game at West Ham replayed.
I don't think this will happen, I would hope not.

It wasn't that long ago that Tottenham were scoring a contentious goal against Arsenal. with two Arsenal players on the floor after colliding with each other, Spurs manager Martin Jol saw the incident, Michael Carrick was contemplating putting the ball out of play (as is the standard honorable thing to do) but Mr Jol urged his player to play on and thus spurs scored with two Arsenal players out of position.

The Arsenal players were not badly injured, but Jol didn't know this, he didn't care and so his team got the goal he craved. If either of those two Arsenal players had been crocked would Jol have asked for the goal to be chalked off or the match replayed (as Arsenal themselves had done in the past in the FA cup against Sheffield united), I don't think so.

It was unfortunate that Spurs had ten players infected with food poisoning the night before the game (I wouldn't go back to that hotel in a hurry if I were you Dick Jol, They don't seem to have served you well).

Maybe this is just a case of what goes around comes around.

Who knows,

Bye-bury to Highbury

2006-05-05T15:46:00.000+01:00

On May 7th Arsenal will play there last Game at Highbury,,, ever.

Hopefully Arsenal will beat Wigan and Tottenham will fail to beat West Ham and thus Arsenal will snatch that elusive 4th place and the champions league spot that comes with it. To be honest, even if we (Arsenal) manage to beat Wigan I think that Spurs will probably get a result against the hammers. West Ham have a cup final to prepare for and may well decide to rest key players whilst Spurs will be gunning for glory and hoping to secure that champions league spot. But football is a funny old game and anything can happen (that's why it is the best game on the planet).

Anyway, Arsenal will soon trot out on to the hallowed Highbury turf for the last time. It is sad in a way.
It makes me think of all the times I got the train to London, hopped on the tube (Northern Line) and made the journey to the home of football (as far as I am concerned).

I will never forget the first time I visited Highbury,

As I disembarked from the train onto the platform and proceed to stroll down the tunnel at the end of which I was greeted by the sight of my mecca, Highbury. It wasn't a match day, I was only young (about 14). I walked around the entire stadium, It didn't take long. As I walked down the road with my Arsenal shirt on a white van whizzed past, the driver would down his window and shouted "Arsenal wankers" I presume it was the voice of a Spurs fan. I also remember seeing that tickets were on sale for an upcoming FA cup tie against Leeds United. This was the first of several visits to the hallowed place. I never managed to see a game, until somewhat ironically i had moved from London to Cookstown, county Tyrone, N. Ireland. It cost me over £200 (by the time I had paid for flights and accommodation), but it was worth every penny. Saturday January 31st 1998, Arsenal Vs Southampton (FA Premiership), I was sitting in the North bank.

As I walked up the steps, tingling from head to toe, I found my self on the North bank terrace, I couldn't believe how small it looked, It was like Lego (the only football match I had been to previously was a friendly between England and Norway at Wembley (which was a lot bigger to say the least). I took my seat behind the goals. It was surreal sitting just a few metres away from Alex Manninger in the nets, I can remember shouting "for fucks sake Alex, Get rid of it" (he was a good keeper, but he had his moments of baffling blunderment) No score at half time, the second half would see Arsenal attack the goal closest to me.

On the hour Steve Bould hit a long pass to Bergkamp, he beat the offside trap, the keeper came out, (at this point I was going crazy "come on Dennis, come on, come on") Bergkamp shoots, GOAL!!!!! It was brilliant, such a release as the whole of the North bank went nuts "there's only one Dennis Bergkamp, one Dennis Bergkamp, one Dennis Berg----kamp, one Dennis Berg----kamp" the crowd chanted and then "walking along singing a song, walking in a Bergkamp wonderland".

Then an Arsenal corner, Adams rose to meet it with his head, GOAL!!!!! "one Tony Adams, there's only one Tony Ad---ams, One Tony Adams"

Before I had time to settle myself ,Bergkamp started his run and Overmars flicked it, first time, into his path. Bergkamp took it forward, spotted Anelka in the clear on the far side of goal, gave it to him, GOAL!!!! Only eight minutes after scoring the first goal, we (Arsenal) were 3 - 0 up.

What a match, no goals in the 1st half, then three second half goals right in front of me, I was in heaven.

That year Arsenal went on to claw back a 15 point deficit to pip Manchester United to the tittle and also manage to lift the FA cup, and become only the second team two win the double twice. It was a truly great year.

That was the first and last game I will ever see at Highbury.

Arsenal, Double winners!!!!

2006-05-01T17:39:00.000+01:00

Having already secured their third successive league title with a 2 -0 victory over Charlton Athletic on April 13th, Arsenal Ladies went into today's FA cup final against Leeds United with an impressive double in their sights.

Victory never looked to be in doubt. After just three minutes Julie Fleeting headed Arsenal into a one nil lead. By the time the half time whistle had sounded it was 3 - 0 to the Gunners courtesy of another Fleeting goal and a curled Rachel Yankey a free-kick sailing sublimely into the top corner.

With a three nil lead at half time the contest was as good as over, but they hadn't finished yet. The second half produced two more goals (both falling to Arsenal) with Kelly Smith scoring from the spot with pinpoint precision (It is no exaggeration to say "this was a perfect penalty"). Lianne Sanderson then slotting home to make it five nil to the Arsenal. In truth the match could have run into double figures due to the amount of chances the team created but I'm sure they will have been more than happy to settle for a fantastic five nil final score.

This seasons double triumph leaves Arsenal Ladies with seven FA cups and Eight league tittles in their ever expanding trophy cabinet, there is also eight league cups to add to that. Not bad at all.

Incidentally, the final league table makes for very pleasant reading with Arsenal in pole position and Chelsea propping up the rest at the very bottom. Who knows, maybe next year the Men's table will be as pleasant to look at.

Hopefully this will not be the last silverware lifted by an Arsenal (Senior) team this year with the European champions league tittle up for grabs and only Barcelona standing in the way of glory. But we will just have to wait and see. Till then Congratulations to the Arsenal Ladies and roll on May 17th..... Fingers crossed.

Blind and confused

2006-04-27T00:45:00.000+01:00

I got blocked by a feeling that just wouldn't go away
When it comes it takes over and I'm sure it's here to stay
There's nothing I can do, I don't wanna leave my bed
The only explanation is a demon in my head.

My thoughts can never help me when I'm stranded in the mist
And alcohol just blinds me but the fog it still exists
It hasn't gone away you know, It's always part of me
It's hard to stumble blind towards a light i cannot see.

Arsenal, Champions league finalists!!!!!

2006-04-26T21:11:00.000+01:00

Today is a good day to be an Arsenal supporter, So therefore today is a good day for me.
After years of trying we finally made it to a Champions league final and it hasn't quite sunk in yet.

After a first leg that should have been 2 - 0 and would have been only for a perfectly good goal being chalked off for offside. And then a second leg that ended in the most dramatic manner, with Villarreal being awarded a penalty in the dying moments of the tie. It was never a penalty, but as it happened super Jens "king" of Lehman managed to save it anyway (which was nice).

In the first leg we had the appearance of a squirrel on the pitch (he/she made 3 forays onto the Highbury turf in total, (even squirrels love Arsenal) and then last night a fan (wearing an Argentina top) invaded the pitch and presented Thierry Henry with a Barcelona top with Henry's name printed on the back of it. I suspect he may have been a Villarreal fan trying to unsettle the great man. Despite the fact Henry didn't manage a goal on the night, it didn't seem to phase him at all.

What can i say but, Roll on may 17th (The Final).

No matter who we end up with be it Barca or Milan I see no reason why we should be afraid.
All that's left for me to say is, whatever happens, they've (Arsenal) done us (anyone who supports them) proud.......

Champions League (semi finals) Second leg

2006-04-25T15:45:00.000+01:00

So this is it, Arsenal are just 90 minutes away from the final of the champions league (plus time added on for stoppages). I am confident but wary, Phil Senderos is out and Sol Campbell will take his place. Normally this would be a welcome change but due to Senderos' form and Campbell's' lack of it, I am nervous.

I can imagine many people being delighted if we loose too, but that ain't gonna happen (fingers crossed).

So all I can do is wait, only about 4 hours to go, our (our = Arsenal football club and all the people who support them) season depends on it.

Cliched as it is all i can think of is, "HERE WE GO HERE WE GO HERE WE GO....".

Depression!

2006-04-22T01:31:00.000+01:00

Depression, it's class
it plants your head right up your arse.
It turns your thoughts into a farse
hates hapiness to ever last.

Depression, inside me like a parasite
It thrives on pain as i feel like shite
It haunts me as i sleep at night.
It twists me, makes my chest feel tight,
A never ending appetite. For pain,

Depression, it's rife in me and must survive
It drains my soul to stay alive.
It takes my hope when i have none
It saps my stregnth and that's me done.

Depression, it gives me just a little hope
feeds me just a little rope
To hang myself, and quit this life
too much trouble, too much strife.

Depresion, it needs to live
I guess my mind will have to give
I have no fight, my race is run
It saps my stregnth and that's me done.

Champions League (semi finals) Half way there!

2006-04-20T16:43:00.000+01:00

So, the First leg of semi final finishes "one Nil to the Arsenal" (how apt).
Yet another very good performance (in Europe), they totally outplayed Villarreal and deserved at least one goal.

They did manage to score three times on the night but had two goals ruled out for offside. The first offside decision was a joke, I don't know what the linesman was doing but what ever it was didn't involve using his eyes (in relation to the game). It was a perfectly good goal...
The second (disallowed) goal may well have been a correct decision, I can't remember what happened.

Villarreal also had a good penalty shout turned down, so maybe you could say the incorrect decisions evened themselves out in the end. I'm not convinced that this is was the case but what's done is done.

The most important thing is the fact Arsenal managed to keep a clean sheet and will have a one goal lead to take to Spain for the second leg. As long as no one gets injured in the Spurs game at the weekend (which is not totally out of the question due to the nature of the game) they should be able to go into the Villarreal game with confidence. One goal in Spain next week will leave Villarreal needing three to go through, considering Villarreal have only scored a handful of goals in the entire tournament so far it will be some task for them to put three past the excellent defence.
But this is football, and anything can happen, that is why it is the greatest game on earth.

So I have no intention of taking anything for granted, we'll just have to wait until next Tuesday to find out who goes through to the final in Paris. I just hope it's Arsenal......

Champions League (semi finals)

2006-04-19T15:20:00.000+01:00

So, Here we are, coming up to half past three... eagerly awaiting the semi final of the Champions league 2006 between Arsenal and Villarreal... Who will win? Can Arsenal make it to the final?

I can remember a few months ago talking to a Manchester united fan, and saying "Arsenal could win the champions league this year, i have a feeling" to which he replied "no chance" and laughed. Well, here we are, with the best chance ever of getting to the final and what have man u won, the Carling cup (WOW).

I hope they can do it, and I'd love to meet that man u fan and rub salt in his eyes (or do i mean wounds, hmmmm!).

And tonight is also the last European game ever to be held at Highbury, The end of an era..

Hopefully next year Arsenal will be playing European Champions league games at Ashburton Grove, of course we need to qualify first...

Anyway, fingers crossed,

Nature...

2006-04-10T19:41:00.000+01:00

Nature is natural it's not unilateral
It's the same the world over and can't be escaped
People aren't perfect but a product of instinct
Some have no problem being crooked and fake.

There seems to be so little honer
Yet we all exist in this world together
Morals eroded loose their value
Only employed when it's felt they have to.

Inconsistent fake and faceless
emitting an air that's truly graceless
One rule for some, for others there's none
It seems inconsistent how respect is won.

Slimy snakes keep social climbing
so important to them but a waste of time, and
I can't abide them, they make me sick
amoral weasels, sneaky and slick.

Painting false pictures is a waste of a brain
so much time invested as the truth is molested
Some people prefer lies and never will change
It's a way of life that seems such a shame.

Shameful it is, when the truth is a game
sometimes played and often mislaid
Some lie so much they forget their own name
In the end I conclude human natures to blame.

This is fantastic!¬!!!!!!

2006-04-04T14:38:00.000+01:00

This is a picture drawn by a friend of mine, And i think it is spectacular.
I knew he could draw but didn't realize just how skilled he was.

So i wanted to share it with as many people as poss.

Please feel free to leave a comment.

Alright love.

2006-03-31T01:42:00.000+01:00

With many girls i'll smile, it's true
but I'll only shine for you.

I'll laugh and enjoy the things I do
but I'll only shine for you.

I'll take some things to get me through
but I'll only shine for you.

You've no idea what i'm going through
because I only shine for you.

Ghosts in pictures

2006-03-29T16:49:00.000+01:00

Every time I look at your picture
it reminds me of the good times we had
longing for them to return and last forever
would be in vain and would drive me mad.

But sometimes I wonder and let myself float,
Think of our embrace with a lump in my throat
Half pleased that it happened, yet sad that it's gone
like many good things destined not to go on.

That's life i guess, even though it's not fair
But we had so much, tender touch to despair
Life must go on, no matter how tough
no matter what we did, it was never enough.

My God you look good in the picture i have
My word you look lovely, and so i feel sad
but with it comes a feeling, carved deep in my heart
I'll always love you, long as we're apart.

Rubbash!!!

2006-03-24T15:44:00.000Z

Why must we toil upon the soil?
who is the one who dares question me?
Why must we grind, the stone it wears
Oh to be a bird, flying so free.

But alas many a bird has't fallen to ground
Inspected carefully the scientist has't found
An Avian epidemic to shatter the sun
They call it "Bird flu" or "H5N1" .

So beware of the swans, the geese and the ducks
though they may look cute, they're disease ridden fucks
you could end up choking before you fall with a thud
drowning as your lungs fill with your own blood.

That's how it kills ya, it ain't nice at all
should the virus mutate many shall fall.
I can't be bothered to say anymore
trying to write this is to much of a bore.

What Do You Think????

2006-03-20T01:37:00.000Z

If you put George "dubulya" Bush in a room with a "where's wally" puzzle, I bet that by the time he finished it (And that's a big "if" with a question mark firmly attached to it) America would have caught Osama Bin Laden, left Iraq and invaded the moon and won the Football World Cup.

Not that I'm saying he is in anyway; witless, tactless, feckless, moronic or unfit to lead a dog through a hoop (let alone the worlds most influential country). In fact I would never say that about the Idiot. He is a great man, he has many good points (but i can't think of one).

He has a hard job, to expect him to get anything right is just asking for far too much.
No one is perfect. He tries his best (at golf, i think) but the media give him such a hard time just because when he speaks he seems to have no attachment with reality and comes across as not giving a flying fuck as long as he's alright.

Anyway, Maybe it was GW's immensely brilliant military strategies that have made America the most popular nation in the world ever, brought peace to the middle east and got rid of pollution and world hunger.

So before you go knocking Lord George Bush the W, think about all he's done to make the world a much better and safer place.

He is the American dream.
He got were he is today without having the breaks many former presidents.
He never had the luxury of growing up with a fully functional brain, but that didn't stop him. Against all odds, he managed to appeal to people using his enigmatic and almost mystical charm.
Dazed by this hundreds flocked to polling stations to elect him and quite luckily for him it worked. Votes seemed to stream his way from every source in an almost magical fashion.
I would not be surprised if he got votes from beyond the grave, if the dead will rise to vote for you, well, you must be special.

So all I can say is Hail the mighty Emperor Bush, he has been chosen, and there's nothing anyone can do about it now.

nothing to say...

2006-03-13T01:50:00.000Z

I have been trying to write stuff for ages. I have written many poems, some of them are ok, good enough to be published on a bbc web site. But at the moment, i can't write anything of value or lasting substance.

If i look at all the poems i have written i can see, some of them are good but many of them are just crap.
That's the way it is, but at the moment i can't let go and just write anyway.
I have to like what i am doing, and i don't. That is what is holding me back, fear of writing rubbish, fear of looking foolish.

And i'm not in touch with my core, the raw part in the centre of me. The primative act first, think later part of me. It just seems like i don't feel strongly about anything, nothing effects me enough deep down.

The thing is, this could well be a good thing... I have no idea

Arsenal, Arsenal, Arsenal....

2006-03-09T14:49:00.000Z

So, It is quite amazing that out of all the English teams, Arsenal are the only one to make it to the quarter finals of this seasons Champions League.

They have spent the least money on players (compared to man u, Chelsea and Liverpool) and have been having a disappointing season in the Premiership and yet here they are, still alive and kicking, eager to see who they draw in the quarter final stage. Personally I hope they can avoid Juventus, Barcalona and AC Milan, but we'll have to wait and see. It would be good if Barca and Milan get each other.

Anyway, for now, I'll enjoy supporting the only English team left in the competition.

I have to say, Jens Lehman was fantastic. His (totally amazing) save from Raul kept it goalless and may well have been the decisive factor in the game. I have no idea how he managed it, but thankfully he did.

Champions League

2006-03-08T00:23:00.000Z

Commiserations to Glasgow Rangers who went out of the competition tonight, despite being more of a Celtic than a Rangers fan, I would like to have seen them win. They did well to get through the group stage though, so it is some consolation (i think).

And Chelsea also bowed out to Barcelona. Well, They'll win the league (that'll do 'em) and they are still in the FA cup (enough said i think).

Now, of slightly more importance to me. There is a game tomorrow, with, Real Madrid to think about. Arsenal one nil up from the first leg (The only English team to beat Madrid in the Bernabeu stadium....EVER!) and a good chance to go through. But Madrid can score goals, lots of 'em too. So it won't be easy... However, Arsenal can play a little too, with Henry, Ljungberg and Pires to call upon. So it's there for the taking, fingers crossed, Arsenal 3 Madrid 1.. I can dream!

Watered down, so much we drown

2006-03-07T13:20:00.000Z

Give it up, Just give it up..

Does a bear shit in the woods?
Yes, but I’m sure it’d use the toilet if it could.
Does money grow on trees?
Yes, it does in a way but not exactly.

Is there any point to this dribble?
No, not really, instead of doing work I scribble
Endless crap, meaningless pap, But in my defence, although it’s quite dense.
It still beats the hell out of fiddy cent.

“Just give me a club,
I’ll rearrange his mug
If you think he’s over rated
Come give me a hug, come give me a hug”.

Don’t even get me started about Nelly
How’d that twat get a record deal, let alone on the telly?
What happened to hardcore, before this soft generic shit
R and B my arse, I don’t want none of it.

Same old beats all of the time
Wow, he’s using words that rhyme
Sort tosser thinks that that's spittin’
But we all know he’s bull shitin’

Endless shit spews from his mouth
Of no interest to man or mouse
Same old songs about cars and girls
Is that all they have to give the world.

I can't wait for the weekend to begin..

2006-03-06T04:20:00.000Z

every night's the same it seems
so much for my weekend dreams
gone before they're here somehow
or so it's been for some time now.

What happened to the grubby clubs
The sort of place i used to love
down to earth, with real life people
Having fun was oh so simple

You could dance and let it all out
but the clubs are closed and we've got nout
In terms of fun there's none about
I wish someone would sort it out.

Repeat post? oh dear...

2006-03-06T04:16:00.000Z

I have put this one up on this blog before (i think), but i like it... It's short and it makes sense to me...

I make mistakes and can't reverse

thinking only makes it worse

my mind's a gift my mind's a curse

I make mistakes and can't reverse.

I wish you'd piss off!

2006-03-06T02:41:00.000Z

Sometimes your voice is like a condescending Christian
All knowing and wise, so much brighter than those other guys.
Your outstanding opinion, your self proclaimed dominion.
Over all that you see, you're a smug self satisfied joke to me.

An irritating creature, a chameleon by nature
A compulsive sneak, a snake, a fake, a creepy character on the make.
Not all that trustworthy, like the picture you paint,
honnest is one thing that i know you ain't.

music (in a way)

2006-03-04T22:19:00.000Z

Was watching the (UK) contenders for this years euro vision tonight... I am fully aware that the competition is a joke (it doesn't have to be, but is) and that it is silly to expect any good to come of it. But I really would love to know who picks the contenders, i think there was 6 contenders and they are all shocking. I could do better. All you have to do is write a catchy tune and put any lyrics you want on to it (they don't have to mean anything, rhyme clue, blue, glue, and do if need be) and they can't even do that right. Not one of the songs had a catchy, memorable hook to them. Maybe i should write some cack to send them next year.

Euro vision could be so good, in theory. It could be used as a platform to give European exposure to talented, unknown artists. But no.... lets get some twat, dress him up like a knob end, get some women (wearing as little as poss) to dance in a vaguely sexual way and give him a dreadful, nauseating, three minute long pile of pig puke to spew from his gob. My farts sound better.

But that's always the way i guess, i really would love to know how the selection process works though... the mind boggles

Radio killed my love for music, ..

2006-03-03T21:18:00.000Z

Did you know that someone has taken the stone roses "made of stone" and turned it into one of those cheesy dance tunes you get on crap compilation Cd's ( you might well hear them blasting out of boy racer cars [low suspension, neon lights, with a jumped up prick behind the wheel] ).

Well, I don't know who it's by, but I would like to take this opportunity to review it... so here we go.. It is vomit (three words that sum it up quickly and accurately).

Whilst i am slagging mainstream crap dance music, I would also like to say, Is that Baywatch remix a joke, does it appeal to people on a humorous level?

And that Michael Jackson remix, what does it take for a human being to invest money in buying that shite?
I do try to keep an open mind, but... for fucks sake.

RUC ... i mean PSNI....

2006-03-01T18:38:00.000Z

A former policeman has been found guilty of indecently assaulting a woman and perverting the course of justice. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/4764180.stm

I just wonder what other things he has got away with.
People in N, Irealnd may not trust the police, but surely even they will find this to be quite shocking.

Louise (wake up)

2006-02-27T15:15:00.000Z

I feel so incredibly lonely right now,
but I'll never depend on you
I've seen how cheaply you rate my emotions
I guess you don't have a clue.

You're a selfish bitch and not all that bright
Your friendship's a shambles and you're full of shite
but deep down inside you're so soft and lovely
But that doesn't mean I'll smile if you hug me.

Maybe someone dropped you on your head
or you always get out of the wrong side of bed
your view of people is mixed up and slanted
you cling to the users, take the good ones for granted.

It could all be different if you employed some tact
But you're a muppet, a puppet, a fuck-wit in fact
And yet I still love you in the back of my mind
You deserve to be happy with someone who's kind.

That scumbag you're with, is bad vibe city
but if that's what you want, to be treated so shitty
There's nothing i can do, though I'd like to protect you
You'll make your mistakes and I have to let you.

I don't want you back, but I hope you're ok
Time that we had, in my mind it shall stay
there's always a place for you in my heart
It will linger whislt fading as we drift apart.

conquers vs Lego

2006-02-26T17:00:00.000Z

Five years old, an innocent little boy. So happy to be experiencing the world. Totally unaware he was in a world of his own, skipping in and out of dreams all day long. To him a year was forever and collecting conquers was an exciting and magical thing to do. (Mr Kipling?)
It didn't take much to make him smile.

The conquer tree was in my primary school playing field, it sort of straddled one of the fences on the edge of the field that marked the boundary between the edge of the field and someones back garden (the usual 6ft wire fence you get in places like that). The tree was huge with big bushy green hair that would fall out every autumn. I have no memory of the tree having no leaves, i lost interest when the conquers were gone.

It's strange, I have no idea why i loved collecting conquers so much. I never once played conquers or even attempted to put a string through one. They were shiny, waxy and didn't smell bad, that must have been it, oh yeah and they fall out of a tree once a year which somehow makes them better.

I remember the first time i found out conquers eventually went mouldy. I had a big shoe box stashed in the garden full of lovely shiny waxy conquers, it was great. I would bounce happily through the garden to the bush they were hidden, anticipating the magical, proud and glowing moment i would open the lid and gaze at them, thinking to myself ('wow, I've got loads of conquers , I am very pleased with my conquer gathering skills this year, life is good' ).

One day I went to inspect my hoard, my lovely shiny waxy conquers were no more. Instead i now owned a box containing a big brown mouldy lump with white furry mold covering most of it (it didn't smell very nice either).

After that i no longer saw the point in collecting loads of conquers, they were still shiny and waxy but they just didn't cut the mustard anymore. They had let me down, I felt cheated.

But who cares about conquers anyway? I had Lego.

Lego was and still is one of the best things in the world. I love Lego...

Blocks that you can attach to other blocs and make anything you want (if you have enough blocks that is, I had plenty, you really can't have too much Lego).
Blocks with wheels and different sizes of boards you can attach your blocks to, what more do you need? Nothing

You can build; cars, castles, spaceships, swords, houses, robots, guns, animals, more robots, more spaceships, boats, anything... Totally amazing.

If you have a big bag of Lego you're life is complete. Put George Bush in a room with a huge bag of Lego you would never see him again, he would be so amazed at how much fun he was having trying to build a train that he would forget to eat. That is the power of Lego, It could change the world for the better.

Anyway, that was years ago. I'm not that happy go lucky, smiley little boy anymore, I doubt that collecting shiny waxy conquers would put a beaming smile on my face (although i susspect that a big bag of Lego wouldn't be a bad thing to have knocking about the house).

That happy smiley little boy isn't dead, he's just scared of the world. He doesn't get out much, spends most of his time existing as a memory. But he still has that glowing smile and when he pokes his head out into the world, he shines. Bright as you like.

Paramilitary denies Bosnia crimes

2006-02-25T04:23:00.000Z

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4747992.stm

War crimes doesn't quite describe what this bloke is accused of.

Confused

2006-02-25T02:40:00.000Z

There is a song by wilco, it's called, How to fight loneliness, it's quite good but it can't compare to how i feel right now...

I don't know what i need, maybe someone to talk to, maybe someone to hold, or just someone to understand me.... I don't know...

But i feel so alone, people just seem to want what they can get, everywhere i go, either that or they are so busy hiding from life that they are otherwise engaged.

I don't know what to do...

I just wish i had the peice of me i need to make sense of life at this time....

but i still feel empty and not quite right

My ol' computer

2006-02-24T01:48:00.000Z

This is not an interesting story, anecdote or apologue. It is boring, rubbish, silly and idiotic. It is a load of waffle.
But, despite this fact, here it is anyway....

This is the story of how i make my computer work....

Right so first things first; switch on at the plug, then press the button at the front.

Then wait for ten minutes as it lazily splutters into life.

It's like an old dog that knows he was good once and is quite happy with his memories.
Not worried about how long he takes to do anything, at the end of the day, he gets most things done (he has no need to learn new tricks).

Blissfully content sleeping twenty three hours a day and occasionally checking his ability to lick his own scrotum is still in tact (well the computer doesn't really do that but i wanted to form a more vivid picture of the dog).

And as much as that dog may bug you at times, you don't know what you'd do if the dog were to suddenly explode or suffer severe hard drive errors wiping all you music (that you've spent many hours acquiring).
You've come to depend on that dog and without it you are nothing...

But, I'm hoping to get a new dog, with a much better processor and a version of word that actually works.

The joy of literature......

2006-02-22T16:03:00.000Z

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Lonely accept for all the other clouds, T'was a cloudy day.
In-fact i wasn't really wandering either,
more sitting waiting on a bus than anything, but i did wonder when the bus would arrive.
That must surely count for something?

Many a day i did think of stuff, much stuff i did think about.
T'was no surprise that the bus was a few minutes late, for it is often (late).
But ne'er did i let it phase me, though it'was cold,
the sun did attempt to warm my foots and legs, but the clouds did block it,
Like a wall, a wall of clouds.

But upon the horizon the bus did emerge, and i did get on.
As a famous ditty doth proclaim, the wheels did indeed "go, round and round"
though i suspect not all day long, it has to stop sometimes, to allow passengers to board.
passengers not unlike myself, on a journey.
And here i am, at my distination, talking rubbish.

THE END....

Rail Endlessly

2006-02-16T23:47:00.000Z

I've created a monster
That once was drowning
I reached out a hand
and forced it to take
Now it thinks that surviving
has made it unique
And angry at the land for refusing to help
Blaming the earth for cupping the water
And hating the rain for wetting its head
It only sees its own reflection
And cannot see the monster I've made

Isn't poetry boring?

Cheney, what a dick!!!

2006-02-16T23:38:00.000Z

You fuckin stupid fuck
i ain't no fucking duck
don't leave me lying in the muck
just get me to the truck

take me to the hospital
I've had a heart attack
"he thought i was an animal,
dick shot me in the back"

You've not the wit to have a weapon
you haven't got a clue
guns don't kill people,
republicans do

ahhh, in'he cute

2006-02-16T20:30:00.000Z

awkward maybe?
giant baby
just one small thing
he needs changing

change the ba into a man
change him quick, anyway you can
never wrong, forever wright
i'll shake the fecker in the night

Post- modern? (hmmm, realy makes ya think)

2006-02-13T14:43:00.000Z

What a great time to live in N, Ireland… Postal delivery workers on strike ( it all seems a bit out of control to me).

I have been waiting for several months to get my computer fixed and many motherboards later (and a power supply) I am now just waiting on a chip to arrive (should have been her weeks ago), but it seems that as someone in the Belfast postal service has been writing down car registration numbers.

“Well we can’t have that” a senior voice declares
“this is a most serious crime and most certainly a sackable offence”.

And so, as far as we know, the culprit is sacked and told then to go.
But in the rank and file, all is not well “we’re not takin’ this shit, lets give ‘em hell”.

So a feeling of revolution starts to swell, when they go back to work, no one does know. Someone said that this strike ain’t backed by the union, it’s easier to ignore than to understand this confusion.

So once again it’s the people that loose, the punters are shafted and no one gets there mail, resigned to frustration, again.

What is it about this place, it really is a disgrace
That once again we are caught in between, someone else’s rock and hard place.

I’ve lived here for over ten years now, and still can’t get used to the fact that when an irate group of people don’t get what they want (which could be a packet of sweets for all I care) they can bring chaos to the innocent bystanders around them.

This may sound like a good thing, people power and all that, but I don’t think so…
After years of killings, murders, families being intimidated out of there own homes due to fear of there lives and general sectarian hatred, the only time I have witnessed a show of strength (people coming together to publicly condemn the injustice) was after the Omagh bomb.

Northern Ireland isn’t a country, it isn’t a territory, it isn’t a state. It is a playground, controlled by bullies and petulant politicians.

This place contains some of the most wonderful and good hearted people in the world, but when the votes are counted, at the end of the day “IDIOTS RULE” all you can do is “get used to it” because “nothing will ever change” it’s just “the way it is”.

Great vibes, still it could be a lots worse… We could have George bush as leader, so I suppose we should be thankful for small mercies…

Collypolywhatshisface?

2006-02-11T04:36:00.000Z

Walking aimless, life without a soul
All but nameless, not quite in control
smiles are fleeting, tightness Raine's supreme
paradise resides, but only in a dream.

It comes and goes, to's and throws
here to their, there to hear
nothing or something,
straight cut and clear

2006-01-27T22:12:00.000Z

Who the hell are you?

Rude, Self important, I could go on, but i won't

I will say one thing, I would like to think that he is a nice person who puts up a wall off confrontation and attack (prity much constantly, or at least when his mouth is open). I can't stand people that think they are right (or at least maintain that stance without questioning it) all the time.

Blah, blah, blah,

What do you think, if anyone reads this please leave a comment...................pppplllleeaaase...

Translate this...

2006-01-27T20:09:00.000Z

La gente ignorante nunca cambiará, alguna gente es no muy agradable justo.

This is a translation via Google, apparently it is Spanish for -

Ignorant people will never change, some people are just not very nice.

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Nadie espera que usted a tener que comer su propio vómito si usted ensucia encima de allí alfombre, pero usted por lo menos les dice cuándo usted vomita en el perro.

original english sentence -

No one expects you to have to eat your own vomit if you mess up there carpet, but you should at least tell them when you vomit on the dog.

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puede usted quitarle por favor pene de mis abuelas cabra, él es muy viejo y él no tiene gusto de él.

in english -

please can you remove you penis from my grandmothers goat, he is very old and he doesn't like it.

******************************************************************La única cosa que me preocuparía, en el acontecimiento de un tren que choca con Ian Paisley es el cierto descarrilamiento debido a su tamaño y peso inmensos. En segundo lugar, aunque haría el mundo un lugar mejor muchos pasajeros pueden conseguir dañados, pero usted puede soñar siempre.

English -

The only thing that would trouble me, in the event of a train colliding with Ian Paisley is the certain derailment due to his immense size and weight. Secondly, although it would make the world a better place many passengers may get injured, but you can always dream.

i don't need to sell my soul, he's already in me

2006-01-07T22:42:00.000Z

So xmas is past and i had my big over the top rant, which was just the way i felt.

now it's time to relax and be happy

I was walking home from a house i ended up in last night and passed ian paisley church on my way, i was thinking, did he get the big building built especially?

what do they do in there?

how many people has he ranted about within those walls?

does big ian spank the monkey?

and then an image, What must he look like naked ?

he must have had sex, he has a son and he looks like him and has his mannerisms, that condisending self satisfied (and slightly sleezy) air about him.

* for anyone who isn't aware of big ian and what he looks like, it won't be hard to find a picture using (the magnificent and free) google search.

Anyway, please leave a comment, anything, i want to know what others thing of a naked ian...

Fascinating............

anyway, take care and may you have many a smile in the new year o x o

MY xmas

2005-12-29T16:33:00.000Z

Christmas 2005,

This has been the strangest xmas ever,

In September I had my incapacity benefit taken of me (one of the reasons being that I had tried to get myself back into the way of doing things by taking on a gcse English course and I got a B so the fucking doctor used that as a reason to take my money away “that fuckin cunt”)

Shortly after this, my computer just broke and I was not in a position to fix it (no money). I had used it for everything, all my music was on my computer and music is very important to me.

A few other personal problems had occurred (but I cannot mention them because they involve other people who do not want anyone to know).

Then to top it all off, at the start of December I had to get my mother put into Hollywell (hospital) after she had a breakdown and phoned me one day to tell me she had taken an overdose and that me and my sister would be better off without her. I had to then go home and sort out her house and bills and look after a thirteen year old girl (my sister).

I had initially thought that my mother would be out before xmas but this didn’t happen.

The only help I had was a friend of my mothers; eventually I called my brother in England and told him about the situation (I did not tell him before as I did not think he would be much help). He told me that he would come home a week earlier to give me some support (he is currently studying to be an avangelist).

So he came home, instead of planning around me and my sister he got himself a load of work so he could make himself some money, so he would not be able to help me out too much, he did tell me that he would only be working up until xmas and that after that he would be around more.

I was told that my mum would be out on xmas eve until boxing day, she came home and was not fit to leave the house (she was clearly in no state to be at home).
But despite all this I got on with xmas as much as I could making sure my sister had plenty of nice thing to open on xmas day and cooking xmas dinner for the “family”.

My brother however was busy sorting himself out, and he got my sister a fuckin junior bible for xmas (stupid brainwashing hypocritical wanker).

Then xmas day came and went, I had arranged to meet up with some friends and for my brother to come over at 9pm to look after Catherine and my mum, while I was waiting for my lift I called Martin (my brother) at 9,30 pm to ask him why he wasn’t at the house, he made an excuse and told me he would be there in 15 mins. I took him at his word and went on out when my lift came.

He didn’t get there until 10pm so my sister had been left alone with my mother (who was totally out of her tree) because my Born Again Christian Brother felt he should put himself first and that was that.

He also told me (despite his promise of more help after xmas day) that he would look after my sister on new years eve and that that was all he was doing.

I would like to point out that he felt he should put his study (to become an evangelist, spreading Gods word) ahead of his family at this time of crisis.
I don’t pray or go to church and I don’t believe in a Christian god but I have morals and I try to live by them.

When I phoned my brother yesterday, he told me “you haven’t worked for years, I’ve paid a lot of money to do this course” and “the responsibility will do you good”.

I could go on about this but I won’t

My conclusion is, anyone can call themselves a Christian (I means fuck all).

People should be judged on the strengths of there actions and nothing else…

If any of you Christian types, who think you must be born again to enter heaven and like to go around telling others how to live are reading this (and i am not talking about good christian people who just live the way they choose, i respect good people full stop) i would just like to say

" if ther is a heaven and hell and you spend your time condeming other people (like the anti gay marriage lobyists for example) you will end up in hell yourselves, i am sure of it"

And as far as my xmas goes, I can stand up any say i've tried my best with little help along the way, my sister liked her pressents and knows that i love her and will always be there for her and that is as good as the situation could have turned out, I DID MY BEST!

Happy xmas and good luck in 2006 to all....

2005-12-21T20:14:00.000Z

Let me smile, let me paint a picture of happiness just for you
I feel vile, but to bring you down with my sighs and frowns just won't do.

I owe you more, why i don't know but you seem to think so
so what, can you even imagine having my lot.

Because you wouldn't want a second inside my head
I'd give you five minutes and you'd wish you were dead.

I can't take it, remorseless misfortune and endless shit
I want it to be over, now not later,

Belfast Xmas shopping...

2005-12-21T15:02:00.000Z

So it is that time of year again, Christmas, the season of good will?

Well maybe, as long as you don't mind the stampede that is Belfast city centre (i am quite sure everywhere is the same).

I should probably apologise for being in the way of the many people who are rushing to get everything done (so much of a hurry that they are unable to walk around others, instead they shall plow through the crowds of shoppers). After all it is only them that need to get somewhere fast, all those other people are just pretending to shop.

'Tis a merry time of year, shalt we all be merry, even though so many a folk have ney feckin' manners or consideration at this joy'us time o' year.
Indeed, if i were Santa i would feel rather uneasy, as there are so little deserving of pressies under there trees this year (but that is the real Xmas).

Christmas is a time for gluttony, sloth and trampling others in your wake as you attempt to make head-roads to the shops to furnish your loved ones desires (and fuck the rest of the population).

I am of-course just focusing on the negative aspects, there are many nice things going on too (all be it from a much smaller and under-appreciated percentage of the community) like the family appeal, giving gifts to people you will never see (as they may not be in a position to provide them themselves) and i was very impressed to see that someone had donated a brand new DVD player in one of the centres (i have to say this gave me some hope that as a race of beings some of us still have it within ourselves to be unselfish and actually think of others).

It is written that the meek will inherit the earth, which is a lovely concept. But when will this happen and how meek mest they be?

damien hurst, (i'm ranting again)

2005-12-16T01:02:00.000Z

I was watching a show (the culture show bbc2) and saw Damien Hurst giving an interview, apparently Damien is "not sure who he should give his work to, as they may only be thinking of the dollar signs". Wow Damien, you're so in touch with, like the common man, you are soooo amazing, (or i hate you, not literally but in essence).

If only i could express myself as well as you, I quite like the idea of chopping you in half and immersing you in formaldehyde, maybe i could get a big dog to shite in your mouth (at least then it would be an interesting slant on the shite that normally spews out of it).

I know people who create interesting and worthwhile art and they will probably never be acknowledged and then i see birdbrain twats that have ticked enough boxes to become "the next big thing" and so the herd follows and that is that.

Some links.....

2005-12-13T14:49:00.000Z

I found this link on another blog, it is a site that has recreations of a selection of well known movies performed in 30 seconds (or less) by cartoon bunnies. Some of them are very good.

http://angryalien.com/

The second link is to bbc online Northern Ireland get writing website, I have had some poems published on it (which is nice) and there is some great stuff here, i particularly like the stuff by Russel Middleton

http://www.bbc.co.uk/northernireland/learning/getwritingni/writers_showcase.shtml

what happened to ya shazza?

2005-12-03T20:31:00.000Z

I just caught a bit of the x factor on telly and couldn't believe the way Sharon Osbourne was getting on.

She's worse then Simon Cowbell and Louis Wince put together. I never thought i would say this but there is a more irritating people than Ruby Wax (ruby is dead on, and then she has to go and spoil it all by opening her gob).

What am i to do now if i am bored and want to watch crap telly, all i have to choose from is X factor and bloody celebrity come dancing (give me strength).

BBC and itv should get together and raise all the cash they can by scrapping shows like,

Heartbeat, Where the heart is, holby city, casualty, the bill, and come dancing (in all its mind numbing forms) and replace them with New simpsons episodes, or even futurama.

I am sure it would make the world a better place, besides if you don't like the simpsons you should be shot (until you do like it).

Don't waste you time reading this, it goes nowhere...

2005-12-02T04:40:00.000Z

I can't sleep, My head has no use for the day, it is a waste.
I am wasted, too much nothing and not enough something.
So late i slept that my eyes burned and watered.
Stinging my eye lids like salt, maybe that's what it is.

But now i can't sleep and i have nothing strong enough to numb my mind.
So i write, dribble, mind dribble. my mind is dribbling.
Like a tap maybe, more like a toilet perhaps,

Softly failing away

2005-11-23T21:31:00.000Z

Winter's coming, cold and quick
Makes me feel like hibernating
Freezing air and fog so thick
To rise at all is so frustrating

Fill my days with little or less
quite aware my life's a mess
but this chill is heavy and i can't see
The frozen fog has blinded me...

What?

2005-11-21T17:38:00.000Z

It's for horses

I'm a bit thick really...

2005-11-10T02:20:00.000Z

What goes on it the guts of a rocket?
Seems like life from an unknown source
An enigmatic creature attractive and random
Can’t be controlled by feather of force

Why do I run there? what could it be?
It can’t be moulded, misshapen, unfolded
So stubborn enough to get myself hurt
But pain is learning and I have a yearning

To skip along, feeling strong looking like nothings wrong
‘cause life’s a breeze, to be enjoyed with ease
and get in the way of things, exposed to happenings
I’ve lost my train, tripped over my words

When she doesn't feel the same...

2005-11-05T18:45:00.000Z

I wish i could see you tonight
just to see you face would light me up
I don't know why or what it is you have
but it's something i rarely see,
could you be the one for me?

I wish that we could talk
but i can't let you past my defences
My Many miles of walls and pretences
why do i yearn what could it be
could you be the one for me?

I wish i could hold you close tonight
but that won't happen, I'm quite sure
you won't even show, this much i know
so it seems nothing was meant to be
Shame you're not the one for me.

playing games forever...

2005-11-01T18:56:00.000Z

Trying to play online backgammon, no luck
When it finally connects, it gets stuck
Freezes and doesn’t do anything for ages
But that’s no reason to loose the head
Just do something else instead.

But the inner child speaks out
“I wanna play games” he shouts
Well you can’t, says logic
“Fuck logic, I’m bored”
“I wanna play games” he roared

So the conflict between acceptance and desire lingers on
But it’s held me back for years now, much too long
I feel the disappointment felt, has made me strong
Now it’s time to buckle up and battle on

No moral to this story but a message to myself
All this childish lingering is so bad for my health
As a mind so stagnant as mine, needs stimulation
So here I go, to learn and know, the way out of this situation

A mind at Ease

2005-10-31T17:39:00.000Z

Hours and hours of going insane
For the sins of Saturday pickled my brain
I chewed my face off and smoked like a train
Sunday morning coming down again

So the only solution to the Sunday low
Was a trip to the bar and low and behold
After an hour my blues had past
It’s amazing what you’ll find at the bottom of a glass

My head still mangled on Monday, no mind
It’s times like this, I can’t think and it’s bliss
Of the every day worries and the every day piss
My mamma never told me, there’d be days like this

he we go again...

2005-10-24T18:12:00.000+01:00

Oh why oh why is my head so bare?
Moments of excitement and happiness so rare
Makes me wonder how I ever smiled at all
No sense of purpose I’ve never felt worse

Once again I’m not up nor am I down
No excuse no reason to falter or frown
I’m afraid for myself, if I can’t turn it round
This wave shall claim me and I’ll end up drown

I’m choking on nothing, which is me right now
I’ll have to do something, soon somehow
But I’ve got no ideas, in this head so bare
Moments of excitement and happiness so rare

This week….

2005-10-21T23:23:00.000+01:00

I am sure things will get better
no need for me to write that letter
Shedding tears for family and friends
For the sake of them, I’ll make amends

But I just don’t feel much for myself
I think so much, it's bad for my health
It’s a waste and I see it’s a sin
To have so little good is coming from within

That’s me, done
My race, run
Feels like, dark
There’s no, spark

I can’t describe the intensity of this hollow
Feelings that do no good, they feed and swallow
Me, and I’m done, no solution, no problem
To see and to resolve and simply solve them

I think I know better…

2005-10-13T15:24:00.000+01:00

Love may be real, but not as I saw it
A soul mate’s so rare, so simply it’s bull shit.
It’s a question of need, and I need love.
But nothing is destined preset or determined.

Romance and fantasy, but a doorway to misery
Disappointment likely, I found out the hard way.
It’s all about chance and time, the state of your heart.
Time is everything, lead by emotions from finish to start.

Love is a science, but still can be wonderful
With two lives entwined, entwinned and magical
Honesty can’t come instantly, instead it is earned
That’s why pain pulses each time you get burned.

You can give yourself openly, yet they’ll never take in
Those feelings and heartbeats that throb from within.
No matter what the moment tells you, whatever you crave
You win some you lose some, fortune favours the brave.

Just don’t get hung up on the love that you feel
Just moments and needs make it all seem real
Love leaves you open to get slashed sliced and diced
But it’s the most fantastic feeling when it turns out quite nice.

for the sake of making noise...

2005-10-10T21:45:00.000+01:00

What can I say but nothing
you'd think I'd think of something
but that's just it, my brains like shit
just good to rant and rhyme a bit.

computers it seems

2005-10-05T03:18:00.000+01:00

Computers are like Jesus,
all difficult but good,
You know they're there, in ignorance,
But when theyre understood,
they flit away like fairies,
And crash, and hang, and beep.
And leave you wondering what you did,
to deserve that lonleyhood.

i made that last word up, poetic license and all that...

I thought not having a printer was bad (try no computer)...

2005-10-05T00:16:00.000+01:00

My computer is broken; it has been for over a week
I think the mother boards fucked, its answers that I seek.
My hope is that I’ll just turn it on and all will be well, no chance it seems
Why can’t I just twiddle this and that and fix it by fluke? Eye right, in my feckin’ dreams.

I can’t listen to all my music or watch videos’
I’ve become dependent on this box of wires, it really goes to show.
I’m paralysed without it, but cannot put it right.
It might not be the motherboard but the memory that’s shite.

When I switch it on it teases me with the illusion all’s ok
But it fucks up on the windows loading screen that just won’t go away
Sometimes it don’t get that far and the screen goes blue instead
It indicates a memory error and leaves me to scratch my head.

Why now when I’ve got no money and so much work to do
Does that box of wires and circuitry have a screen that just turns blue?
No online games or instant access to the web if and when I choose.
Leaves me frustrated not unlike that screen it seems I’ve got the blues.

So value your box of wires and hope it never breaks
‘cause if it does and you don’t have parts you’ll end up in a state.
At this time all I can do is wait or get down on my knees
And beg my mate who built me it, to come and fix it please.

I feel pretty, sad...

2005-09-29T03:17:00.000+01:00

What is it
Fucked if I know
just a load of old shit
making me low

low is a feeling
I never know I have
low is everything
its who I am

who I am doesn’t matter
I couldn’t be further away
I don’t even have his number
And I haven’t seen him for days

I’m fucked
No choice
No breath
No voice

And
That
Is
It
Ok

Print this you mother...

2005-09-23T01:45:00.000+01:00

After many months of my printer not working, and countless attempts to fix it. It has finally started printing something, but not what I told it to print and it has managed to feed itself four sheets of paper at once (it must have built up quite an apatite whilst it sat on my shelf doing fuck all) and to top it all of, the four sheets are coming out diagonally.

When I say coming out I mean, the started to emerge and then stopped. Yes that’s it, four sheets, stuck, jammed and half finished.

The top of the sheet says “HP Deskjet, Hp’s most versatile colour printer for pcs” , well it is about to become even more versatile as I am going to take it to the Ormeau bridge and throw it in the fuckin’ Lagan river (I would love too, so, so, so much).

But wait, if I tap the paper feed button repeatedly I seem to be able to make the paper shift very slowly (I can hardly see it moving at all).

It seems if I continue tapping the button I may be able to get the paper out (and grow a beard at the same time… I’m thinking it might be less traumatic to sell my arse to sailors and buy a printer with the money I make).

Right, it is now 1.08 am, I am gonna count how many times I have to tap this button in order to get the paper out… here we go…….. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, ….. 30….50…79… I give up, time for plan B; rip all four sheets out at once… and… it worked.

So now I am gonna try it again, I will try to print this… wish me luck… (it is now1.20)

I am shocked, it worked!! It actually fuckin’ worked, not very good quality, but still.

So it works… after all this it works, not very well but still… I guess that means it won’t be taking a dip in the Lagan just yet.

It all evens itself out in the end…

2005-09-22T16:48:00.000+01:00

So as the saying goes, "it all evens itself out in the end".

At least this is what people say, but it is rubbish!

It rarely evens itself out in the end!

What actually happens is, one person fucks someone over (does them a disservice) and then they fuck someone else over and a domino affect is started but there is always someone who is closer to the top of the pile and therefore someone who is closer to the bottom.

Personally I am neither at the bottom nor the top but somewhere in the lower half.

I would not want to be one of those wankers at the top, because they are wankers (simple as that).
Not only would I not like to be one of those wankers but I would not like to even know them if I can avoid it.

What tends to happen in my experience is, people give as much to who ever they choose for their own reasons (of which there are many) and then they take what they need (or want) from people, as they feel comfortable.

I know people that seem to give too much in some ways and too little in others (that’s life) but some people give too much overall and some people take too much overall.

Living in a city I see this all the time, it is the people who are mostly considerate of others who make life better for everyone and some people just take the fuckin’ piss.

There is no better place to demonstrate this point than on the roads.

You get drivers that will act with consideration for the most part and (for example) let you out at a junction. And then you get drivers that just think of themselves and “act like they own the road”. This is why we end up with “road rage”,

Too many vehicles on the road + Selfish and inconsiderate drivers = Road rage.

But what happens when you are put in the situation where you have to say, “ok, enough is enough, things can’t continue this way”?

Sometimes people get angry and defensive, especially if they feel that you are questioning their integrity (even though you may be just trying to find a balance and nip a situation in the bud before it gets out of hand).

Sometimes it can be done in a way that both parties are able to understand each other’s stance and just redraw certain boundaries and share the world you live in happily ever after (for a while anyway).

*Sometimes both of these things will happen; it may take a bit of conflict to resolve an issue (whether you like it or not).

*Sometimes you just have to accept that some people are never going to change and that you are better of just avoiding contact with them all together. (In-laws can be a nightmare I hear)

*You could just put up with the problem and hope it goes away, but this can be like burying your head in the sand and unless you intend to live your entire life with your head there, it will all end in tears (for sure).

So, in order to have piece of mind you may have to do something.

Such as change the way you interact with people or learn to deal with conflict in as amicable a way as you can.

I just wish that someone else would sort it out for me, but that is no way for an adult to think and apparently I am an adult know (oh to be a boy again)…

So I have come to the conclusion that, what goes around does come around perhaps, but it just doesn’t seem to come around here…

Blinded by Toothpaste?

2005-09-21T14:58:00.000+01:00

That’s right, toothpaste…

It does exactly what it says on the tin, but…

This morning I got out of bed went into the living room and got myself some cereal (fruit and fibre) and a cup of tea (breakfast basically).

I sat on for a bit and watched the news and checked the teletext (interactive television information service) for the football stories from last night (Aston villa after being 3 – 1 down to Wycombe wanderers manage to score 7 goals in the second half, the game finished 8 – 3).

The news was mainly about “Hurricane Hillary” * (see footnote), I had to wait for the water to heat up so I could have a shave (cold water shaves make hot water shaves look like fun, and I hate fuckin’ shaving).

Anyway, after I had my shower I decided I would brush my teeth before shaving, that way the toothpaste wouldn’t irritate my newly shaven face (seemed like a logical and well informed decision at the time).

This is when it happened…

I was using the new Colgate toothpaste with mouthwash and gritty bits that act like a facial scrub for your teeth (a gimmick, but let’s just say it was on “very, special offer” ), as you may or may not be aware, it does not come in a tube like standard toothpaste.

Instead it comes in a small plastic container with a flip lid at the top (I can’t describe it better than that) and it has a small hole to squirt the toothpaste onto your brush.

A few days ago I was closing the lid of the toothpaste and it splashed (I would say skited but that isn’t a proper word, but it should be) a tiny amount in the direction of my eye. I was very worried but it wasn’t that bad.

This morning however, as I flipped open the lid of the toothpaste I somehow managed to squirt a large amount into my (soon to be very fuckin’ sore) eye.

I dropped my toothbrush and said to myself (rather loudly, I might add) “Shit, Fuck, oh shit, ow, fuckin’ ‘ell, what the fuck, I am fuckin’ blinded”.

It was not pleasant.

I pulled myself together and started to splash water in my eye. My eye kept closing and almost locking itself shut. Believe it or not, by this point I had calmed down enough to think rationally and compose myself a bit. I was still in a state of shock however, I was thinking;

would I have to go to hospital?

How long would this sting for?

Would I have a case to sue Colgate or am I in fact “pretty bloody stupid”?

Anyway, that was about an hour ago and my eye feels fine now (thank fuck).

The moral of this tale

The moral of this tale is simple; toothpaste was better before they started to mix it with mouthwash and gritty bits. There is nothing wrong with the standard toothpaste in a tube format and if toothpaste manufacturers want to play god and start messing with nature, they need to think about the consequences of there actions.

*(Footnote) As i was writing this it occurred to me, in relation to “Hurricane Hillary” and "Hurricane Katrina" , many years ago the reaction to natural disasters was to see them as a sign of whatever god was flavour of the month being pissed of with something. I am in no way saying that this is the case and that god is pissed of with America.

But it might be a good idea to offer a sacrifice up to the gods (for example your president), and see if things improve. In my mind, it is definitely worth a try…

White, brown and blue

2005-09-21T04:37:00.000+01:00

To start with I flew
In skies white, brown and blue
Days later I crashed
Once the cheques had been cashed

Queues of emotions came flooding back in
A mind pays the price, for a weekend of sin
That’s just the nature, that’s how it goes
For hours awake and shit up my nose

Smoked, swallowed and snorted
Till the truth is distorted
Highs lauded and applauded
Lows badly reported

It might be ok, once in a blue moon
I know I’ll feel fine, and the mist will pass soon
That’s just the price; I’m willing to pay
For living fifty hours in the space of one day

It’s cheeky and exciting
Risky and inviting
To thoughts often frightening
That can split you like lightening

Whilst the low can consume me
To start with I flew
It was nice just to see them
skies white brown and blue

Good idea, bad idea!

2005-09-21T01:33:00.000+01:00

I take notions, like anybody else I guess, but it’s amazing how an idea can seem like the only way to go and then with the gift of hindsight… well the gift of hindsight clearly shows me, not only was I wrong but… It is hard to see how I ever thought I was right in the first place… And I feel totally fuckin’ stupid.

I don’t agree with political correctness (I hate it, most of the time it is practiced by idiots who have no sense of humour or irony) however, I never seem to think how my words will actually sound.

It is a case of; Act, await consequences, and then think about what I have just said or done… It does amuse people sometimes, which is nice!
I don’t take myself too seriously, but I don’t want to sound like an arrogant wanker, mainly because I am not, I am in actual fact, what is known as, a bit of an idiot (sometimes).

I like making people happy, It makes me happy (I like being happy) and that is what life is about (to me).

There is no point too this story, rant or whatever this is.
I am just thinking out loud (again).

Have a nice day!!!

don't think, just do! (i think)

2005-09-19T03:05:00.000+01:00

I’ve come to accept some things in the past while, in relation to relationships (as in time spent with members of the opposite sex that I find attractive).

I have spent years feeling inferior, lowly and insecure.

I don’t know why.
I would like to think that it is because I am embarrassed to be male, that the lack of respect I see other men giving to women makes me want to even things out by being totally timid and shy. Always waiting for the woman to make the first move, not wanting to be too forceful.

But in truth, I am probably just insecure and nervous.

In my experience, women want men to approach them, that’s the way thing are done.

Maybe it will change, I do think that women have power over men, but men think they are in control. Bullshit! Women are in touch with there sexuality, most men are just cocks with legs… well, who am I to think I am different. Just because I think about things and analyse them in depth, all of that means nothing.

I am very aware that analysing every bit of behaviour can produce profound and deep revelations. But when I am wrong (as everybody is at one time or another), I get things so mixed up and confused that I end up filling my head full of crap. And start to believe that crap.
That is probably human nature, but I think too much and must stop.

I went to see the doctor and told him that I think too much and get very depressed because of it (and I mean full on depression) and he gave me some advice, he told me to “Stop thinking”.

Well if only someone had told me that ten years ago. All I have to do is stop thinking, easy fuckin’ peasy.

My lot in life is to think and think and think, all I can do is try. Try to control my mind
and not let it take me away.

I think I can do that, I hope I can, because if I don’t, I am well and truly fucked.

So all I know for now is, I need to focus my energy and thought on constructive tasks, get myself educated and use my mind to learn.
Tire my brain so that I don’t have any energy left, and then maybe I won’t lie awake in bed at night, spending hours thinking about a something that took up five minutes of my day. Well that’s the plan anyway…

First Love, By john clare (1793 – 1864)

2005-09-15T17:23:00.000+01:00

His passionate and perhaps slightly obsessive nature contributed to the effectiveness of his writing and unfortunately for him it also contributed to his disillusionment with life, he ended his days going mad and being put into an asylum.

The poem First Love is about a girl who stole his heart, despite his longing for her, they never got together.
It appears that among other things this contributed immensely to his mental anguish and eventual insanity.

The reason I have posted this is because I feel anyone who is so passionate and intense when it comes to love and life will be able to appreciate it and maybe even learn from his mistakes…

Incidentally he is said to have penned some of his best works whilst he was in the asylum. That’s pain for ya!!

Enjoy,

First Love
By John Clare (1793 – 1864)

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling
place And can return no more.

Riots again in Belfast...

2005-09-12T20:02:00.000+01:00

It is now Monday and Belfast is still in a state of disquiet due to the actions of a minority of its citizens.

From 4 pm (perhaps before) traffic was reduced to a crawl citywide, roads have been blocked in several loyalist areas, preventing people from traveling about freely.
According to news articles I have read on the BBC website http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/northern_ireland/4236282.stm some people in working class loyalist areas feel that the parades commission is biased in favor of nationalists and that they are getting a rough deal, so they feel as they are not allowed to march in an area that is nationalist (due to the residents have opposing the march), that they will then disrupt the whole city and inconvenience everybody in order to make their point.

Blockades

I witnessed 1st hand, one of these blockades earlier today in the Tigers bay area of Belfast, the remains of a burnt out bus and other debris were strewn across the road and the barricade was manned (or supervised might be a better word) by a boy with a scarf wrapped around his face covering his mouth, he looked no older than ten years of age although he could have been as young as eight, some residents (adults) stood out the front of their houses and looked on.

Is this acceptable behavior for a young boy?

I am sure that this would have been great fun for him, to have his first taste of power and excitement and to feel part of something, a community activity, but what lessons will he learn?

Will he grow up feeling this behavior is acceptable?

Is this behavior normal for a young boy?

It is a cliché, but it is one hundred percent true, the children are our future.

When we are no longer here, they will be left to run things.

What future lies in store for a child who at such a young age is standing in front of a barricade on his own whilst adults stand by and watch?

What lessons will he learn from his peers and the adults around him?

I would like to point out that children on both sides of the political divide in Northern Ireland are left to participate in riotous antisocial behavior.

The situation is not helped when political leaders who have the ability to influence people stir up feelings of anger and refuse to accept any responsibility for the consequences.

We have seen radical Muslim clerics being scrutinized and criticized for inflaming tensions and encouraging extremism in Britain, but for years in Northern Ireland certain political leaders have inflamed tensions and instilled a siege mentality into many citizens.

It is difficult for people to ignore the rhetoric from community leaders and politicians that seek to achieve their political goals by manipulating people’s fears and insecurities with scare stories and sensationalist sound bites.

Many people in Northern Ireland have just learned to accept the fact that from time to time roads will be blocked, vehicles will be stolen and set ablaze and innocent people will be terrorized and put out of there homes. As long as it is not on their doorstep it isn’t important enough to bother them, and that they can’t do anything to change things here, that is just the way it is.

Can you imagine what it is like to wake up in fear of your life, to have bricks and petrol bombs thrown through your windows as you sleep?

Well it happens, and it is just one of those things, apparently.

That may well change if it happens to you or your loved ones, but it probably won’t so what do you care?

We all have a voice and we all have a choice, we can choose to ignore this behavior or to speak out, to come together in a show of support or simply say, “I’m aright jack, it’s not my fight”.

You can want peace in Northern Ireland, but unless you show support for the victims, for the people who you see on the news who are directly affected by the trouble here, nothing will ever change…

Blog Update

2005-09-12T01:30:00.000+01:00

I have just had to add Word Verification to the blog.
We here at angry island do not feel its appropriate to have people only posting to advertise their own sites, unless of course they give us money or free stuff (a two week pass to your porn site will do).
I suppose it means we Have Arrived! We got SPAM™

I'm not spending hours deleting Cut Price Farmaceuticals and Are you embarrassed by your length in Bed comments, even if I am.

So if you see a

This post has been removed by a blog administrator.

Its because of that, and not because we are censoring comments, unless of course, we disagree with them!!!

Spartacus: Him a dirty kuffar

2005-09-12T01:12:00.000+01:00

This is fun,
Just like home, no sense, no logic and a lot of hate.
The video's good too....

Spartacus: Him a dirty kuffar

Democratic hypocracy...

2005-09-11T09:57:00.000+01:00

So in Belfast one of the many, many, many parades (Whiterock) is rerouted, and according to the DUP’s Nigel Dodds this decision "rewarded intransigence and the threat of violence".

Intransigence, the buzzword of paisley and his cronies, just in case you don’t know what it means, it means inflexibility, stubbornness, narrow-mindedness or obstinacy.

Well do the words NO! and Never show much flexibility, some of paisley favorites.

Well all I can say is this, DUP stands for Democratic Unionist Party, as in democracy ; the belief in freedom and equality between people, or a system of government based on this belief, in which power is either held by elected representatives or directly by the people themselves.

But if Big Ian (ian paisley,dup member) and his mates don’t get there way “democratically” they stir up tension, winge and block roads if they feel like it.

This is not the best example of democracy I have ever seen, infact it seems quite childish, but that is just my opinion.

I always thought “democracy” was about the will of the people, but the will of the people that live on the planned route of this particular parade was against it taking place on their doorsteps, but still we have some old fashioned Ulstermen who think they should always get their way.

That’s fine, but please don’t you think it is time you dropped the D (democratic) from DUP, it’s false advertising, it may have a nice ring to it but at the end of the day, the only time the DUP is democratic is when they get their way, when democracy fails them they stir up tension and peoples feelings to get their way undemocratically.

The reason I am posting this is because i couldn't get a taxi tonight, many taxi firms would not take the risk as they were afraid their taxis would be high jacked and burnt (or at least so I was told), and all because some people didn't want some other people who don't live in their area walking through it ,but they wouldn't take no for an answer.

America, Fck yeah, coming to save the mother fcking world yeah!

2005-09-09T03:21:00.000+01:00

It seems that the citizens of America have come up trumps (going by the news reports I have seen), you are there for the needy, but where was your government?
Is this the way of the world? was it my imagination?
Or… does the man who resides in the white house give a rat’s arse about anyone else, bar the people (dare I say corporations) that got him elected in the first place?

Well fair play to all the people who contributed to the relief effort, it is good to see a bit of humanity for a change.

I could go on about starvation in the rest of the world, but I won’t, we all know that the wealth on this rock is not distributed fairly, and we accept it…

What is the life of someone you will never see or hear worth anyway?

Question?

2005-09-09T03:19:00.000+01:00

Where, on earth would you find a composite cone?

Will i ever learn...

2005-09-09T02:17:00.000+01:00

Judith,

There once was a girl named Judith
Whom I wanted so much just to be with
She lit up the dark and instilled such a spark
But she was no pleasure, nor a walk in the park

I gave her my emotions to play with
But she didn’t want to know, so I must let her go
And sit thinking silly, what if?
If she’s seen the fire and understood my desire

But none of this matters, all that’s left is the patter
Of an idea so misguided, underrated and shattered
That I just feel silly, so immature and feeble
But at the end of the day I’ll always be able

To know who I am and know how I feel
At the time I feel them, these feelings are real
But love can tell lies, at least in my head
But I know I’m not better, not better of dead

Judith looks good in my head and my arms
She’s soft and she’s lovely, petite and so cuddly
But she has her own mind, and it don’t include me
That is my lot, so unfortunately.

what are we, Sven or mice?

2005-09-08T00:17:00.000+01:00

Sven Goran Eriksson, Time to go…

Tonight England lost to Northern Ireland 1 - 0, a great result for Northern Ireland but a very worrying one for the English.

This, coming a few days after England struggle to beat Wales 1 – 0.
Although the battling qualities of both of these sides is a testament to their hard work and determination, you cannot ignore the fact that England have a squad of players who would are top draw and should be world-beaters.

I have had my doubts about Eriksson since he took over back in 2001 and nothing has changed.
In Portugal 2004 (European championships) he showed a lack of imagination and did little to freshen up the team, I believe that England had the players to beat Portugal but not the manager to mould them into a team.

Whilst I agree that you cannot lay all the blame for poor results at the feet of the manager, I also think that it is the manager’s responsibility to motivate and inspire confidence within his team, if Eriksson does this why are they so shit.

Kevin Keegan did ok and then quit when he felt he could do no more (at least he was honest and modest)
Terry Venables resigned due to off the field matters, which was such a shame as I think the players at the time felt like a team and respected their manager.

I don’t know who should replace Sven, all I know is that he isn’t the man for the job.
This is not a knee jerk reaction and I am not of the opinion that the England manager should be English, I just want Eriksson to go away and not come back

Over the years I have watched the Republic of Ireland grind out fantastic results and qualify for major tournaments with a much more limited pool of players than the English have ever had, they have shown great passion, determination and team spirit and they are a credit to the nation they represent.

England’s team however look stale and limp and have done on too many occasions recently, maybe the English tabloid press is partly to blame for there sensationalist bandwagon jumping headlines (the tabloids are complete scum, they are the scum that scum is ashamed of) constantly undermining confidence in the team and its manager.

You might say England fans expect too much and the results the team has achieved under Sven Goran Eriksson are good enough for them, but that is complete rubbish, they should be up there with the best teams in the world, with players like Beckham, Owen, Rooney, Gerard, Lampard, Terry, Ashley Cole, Ferdinand and so on to pick from, they should be competing with the worlds elite. Instead they underachieve and never seem to unite as a solid team.

In closing I have one thing to say “sort it out will ya, please”.

I’m just a post

2005-09-07T05:18:00.000+01:00

To see the only love of my life cry, I want to throw my arms around her forever
I doubt she returns the sentiment, it’s not important I cherish her
She’s a wonderful woman, and I want the best for her always and forever
It’s a shame and a crime to find a fantastic human and not be together.

We fight and we bicker and I feel so shit
She needs a love, and I know I’m not it
Her hurt hurts me and I feel for her so
So I’ll nag her and bug her and pester her to go

And achieve her potential to show the world
Such amazing things, to come from this girl
This girl ain’t your normal, close to pure and to perfect
She’s an angel, she’s a chore and I’m sure that she’s worth it.

What I’m trying to say is basically
Louise Marie Gribben is so special simply
That I wish she were the one for me
But for some reason, it just wasn’t meant to be.
But I do love you so much, oh so much Louise.

X o x

DID YOU KNOW ? ? ?

2005-09-01T22:06:00.000+01:00

Did you know..
That the word “cock” (which has several descriptions in the Cambridge English dictionary) can be used in the following way? Because I didn’t…

cock (SHOW LACK OF RESPECT)

verb UK

cock a snook at sb/sth to do something intentionally to show a lack of respect for someone or something:

”He could seldom resist an opportunity to cock a snook at traditional English life.”

… I couldn’t find what “snook” meant, maybe you can only have a “snook” when your “cock” is involved.

Feel free to “cock a snook” at this article.

Hey ho, lets go!

2005-08-26T23:08:00.000+01:00

Love’s an illusion, love isn’t real
No more than good fortune, and a nice way to feel
If you find it then feel it, And enjoy it if it lasts
I’ll keep striving, while I’m hiding, away from “loves” of the past

No one loves me, that’s my problem, will I always feel alone?
Like a dog, sad and abandoned, no purpose, no home
That look wasn’t meant to fall on me, seems this is my lot
I’ve got friends I’ve got loved ones, I know what I’ve got.

I’m so sad not to share the ideas in my head
As I sleep on my own, all alone in my bed
Don’t know what I want or what exactly I am
All my dreams and desires, all of that just a sham

Plans never happen, you can’t plan with love
Love has no rules, it hurts and it’s cruel.
They just don’t make humans, like in the old days
I’m destined to be single and set in my ways…