Photo by Xosé CastroI don’t know if I can say that I am completely suffering from writers block right now…writers malais possibly, writers half a job definitely…the problem I have is that I have ideas…see things, hear things that would normally dump me in front of my PC for a decent writing session. Now, having ideas is not a bad thing, and definitely suggests that I am not blocked..but therein lies the trouble. I can’t seem to get a cohesive post together about any of them…or when I do, it becomes a couple of paragraphs and consigned to the draft posts cold storage…never to return.
With that in mind, I thought I would just throw a few things in a post, lest these things never see the light of day at all
Today I saw, what can only be described as, the inspiration for every witch every artistically rendered. Proper, proper ugly…hooked nose, sunken eyes…warts on the face, the whole shebang. If you visited her house in the evening and she had one of those green facemasks on, that they always show in the movies, you would scream your bleedin’ head off…and possibly set fire to her.
Now, those of you that no me would probably say that I am not exactly Johnny Depp myself..followed by a series of bleeding heart “someone for everyone” and “beauty is in the eyes of the beerholder” nonsense..but seriously, proper ugly…I saw one guy actually stop eating his lunch after she smiled at him** Mothers and Fathers were shuffling their kids off to one side (in fairness, not out of fear of the childs trauma…more out of fear of kids propensity for pointing out things that parents DO NOT want pointing out).
Now, I am not suggesting that she should never leave the house again (unless she wants to), all I am doing is pointing out the wide range of technological advances that have been made in the home delivery arena…nothing more.
Are rarely as bad as you think (at least not these days). Some time ago, I took Zak and Brandon to a Liverpool match here in Germany. It was only a friendly, so I didn’t really anticipate a full house, especially in the travelling Kop. I was pleasantly surprised (and a little apprehensive) to see a full visitors section of over 700 fellow reds.
The kids were in awe, and having a great time…and when we went a goal down, a particularly hardened and haggard (old) fan, started chanting some rather abusive anti-german slogans. He was all on his own, and immediately told to shut it by the rest of the fans. Other fans took it in turns putting Zak and Brandon on their shoulders and making sure that they had room to stand etc..it was amazing, a proper family atmosphere.
There were a couple of stand-out moments though…bearing in mind that Liverpool fielded a team of people who weren’t even going to feature in the coming season, and in some cases…ever again. Firstly, as I said..it was a sell out…but it was also a sell out for the home fans too…and it would appear that they were there to see us, the LFC fans.
LFC fans always sign You’ll Never Walk Alone both before the kick off and just before the game ends. We were a couple lines into it when I realised that the whole stadium was silent, apart from us lot singing. I thought it was a little strange, but carried on regardless..as you do. When we finished..their fans gave us a standing ovation…it was bloody mental. The second stand-out moment can be put down to the cultural differences between fans from different nations. In the UK, stadium announcers announce the squad one by one. Each name is read out in full and the crowd cheer or boo respectively (depending on which team you follow). In Germany, the stadium announcer announces the first name of each player…and the crowd chant their last name.
So, in a perfect world in England…it goes something like this:
Announcer: Number 9, Fernando TORRES
Crowd: YEAHWOOOPRARGONANDOYEAH etc
In Germany, this would be:
Announcer: Number 9, Fernando
At this particular match, therefore, it went something like this:
Announcer: Number 9, Fernando
Crowd: YEAHWOOPRARGONA…uh, hey what the TORRES..RES
I love football me
Why do fools….
…irritate me so much? I can’t quite pinpoint the moment where my intolerance outgrew my tolerance. I guess it could be age and I am just on the wonderful route to being a grumpy old man..which isn’t too bad as I hear that it means that I get a country for myself***. I think I am still holding onto some vestiges of my previous easygoing nature, but more and more I find myself hitting rant mode (as anyone reading this blog recently will no doubt have noticed). It could be something little like repeatedly pressing the open door button on the train whilst it is still moving, only to then not press it at all when, wait for it, THE GREEN LIGHT COMES ON TO TELL YOU TO!. Maybe I have just reached an age where I expect a certain level of intelligence from the people around me, or maybe I am just a miserable git who expects everything to happen how I would do it…but is that so wrong – I mean, my ways clearly work….mostly
It isn’t like I am really asking for much. A little courtesy…some of my seat being available to me and not taken up by YOU with the giant paper to, no doubt, show your importance to the rest of the train. Papers are sooo last decade anyway..you should at least be annoying everyone with incessant, psuedo-important, phonecalls and constant checking of the latest jokes important work related emails from your colleagues. Or the smokers that insist on sparking up on the platforms in the No Smoking train stations, and worse than that….in the trains themselves.
The rocket scientists smoking dope on the street…not even remotely covering it up. The police that check my ID for 40 minutes when doing a random bar check…and try to stop me going outside for a smoke…even though they HAVE MY ID. Or worse, the guy that was playing with a knife right in front of the police officers when he was told that he couldn’t go in the bar until they had finished, and on top of that decides to try and engage CW in conversation as if we were with him….moron.
What about the ridiculous contract situation with, well, pretty much anything over here. Forget to cancel a few months before and it automatically renews for a year (or two) with no method of cancelling except paying in full. The way that you are supposed to be greatful for being allowed to pay for their service. The ability to freeze your accounts for a ?10 bill….fortunately not something I have dealt with.
I could go on and on…and I am speaking from a position of loving the country that I am in
You have to be Joker’ing…
I read a while ago that Batman fans feel that Heath Ledgers portrayal of the Dark Knights arch nemesis was so good, that they want to retire the character and not allow any more Joker related storylines for any future movies.
Now, forgetting the fact that the Joker is arguably the best villain in the Batman story arcs, meaning that stopping useage of the character would effectively kill the Batman series…Penguin anyone? No..you liked him, ok, what about Mr Freeze? Need I say more? Still, I said we would forget that though. So my opinion is this, Heath Ledger was a great Joker…a superb Joker in a great film…but the definitive Joker? I don’t think so…and I genuinely believe that the discussion wouldn’t have even arisen if he hadn’t died. I actually thought that Jack Nicholson was at least as good as Ledger in the role…but all of them, including any that may come in the future, pale into insignificance when compared to Cesar Romero…the quintessential Joker if you will. This man played the original Joker on the Batman TV show..alongside, may I say, probably the finest Batman ever portrayed. You want “Faithful to the comic books”?..these guys even had the Zapp, Kerpow, Zing, Splats that were daubed all over comics of the time. Gen-I-Arse I tellsya. Can’t beat it…
There were others, but some of them were deleted and others were…well…shite.
** Ok, ok…that would be me….but still!!
*** Sorry, couldn’t resist