footie and fings...

'later with jools holland' was good on friday night. standout turn was Raul Midon, who has totally blown away the other guest in a poll on jools' page on the beeb website. i went to see raul midon performing with masters at work at the jazz cafe in camden back in march 2004. they were touring the most excellent 'elements of life' album. midon is very tall, blind dude who is basically stevie wonder with a guitar. that's the best description you'll get from me. breathtaking. couldn't help but love the flaming lips (black sabbath's 'war pigs' anyone? choice!) and the divine comedy. cat power has a gorgeous voice.

i'm seeing too many paedophile stories in the papers at the mo. for the last two or three months, it was stories about people being stabbed. we're going to hell in a handcart, aren't we? hmmm. it actually appears that back in Dickensian times, we were far less safe! check out your actual british social history!

so 'ickle davy becks finally did what he and all the other overpaid men of arrested emotional development in our nashnul team is supposed to do and puts the ball in the onion bag! the crowd went mild!! iread that the highest paid geezer in the ecuadorian side was on £20k a year and that he sends half of that home to provide medical care/education/a future to the inhabitants of his village. now THAT'S A REAL STORY!! most of the ecuadorians seem to send money home to help those less fortunate (it's relative, remember..)
than themselves funniest part was the evening match: holland v. portugal. totally fascinating, especially as i think that the first team down to 7 players automatically forfeit the game. so it's ingerlund v porchugal. could be figo has to miss the match too as he headbutted a dutchman. will they go to the video? probably not. only sky do 'trial by telling-vision'.

jonafan woss got himself in trouble with that most discerning of sunday reads, 'The (Irrational) Mail On Sunday'. Seems he overstepped the mark by having a laugh with the tory's latest poster boy, David "salt o' the erf" Cameron. the unfeasibly over-rewarded mr. woss basically asked toryboy whether or not he used to hold maggie's picture up with one hand when he was an adolescent spunkbag and middle ingland lost their collective minds! are we bovvered? are we f**k!! it still astonishes me that we can be concerned about things like this and unconcerned by real issues like, 'have chelski really ruined footie as we know it?' 'is big brother fixed?' 'what handbag has sienna miller been snapped with today?' 

and.. oh yeah, i know it's old news, but the land of the rising sun (or an interested party(ies) therein) has taken a step closer to getting back to one its major raison d' etres, namely, hunting whales out of existence. don't japan have young people who abhor this outrage?? what is the fascination with whales? did they read'moby dick' and decide upon revenge? or do they just have it in for endangered species in general?

i really need to back up my files and defrag me 'puter. soonish. such a drag... thinking about whether or not to learn bowie's 'life on mars'. always been my fave from sarf lundun's finest, dontcha know!?

gotta get a job before i get tempted by the guitars/ps2/xbox [add your own entry]

one of the highlights of the weekend... glyn in the big brother house, singing the arctic monkeys' 'i bet you look good on the dancefloor' whilst having a shower. nice one! special accent that, glyn!

why did i stay up until stupid o'clock last night watching mel brooks' 'the producers'? oh yeah, because it's a CLASSIC!!

typical, isn't it? no blog for yonks, then i totally haemorrage wordal diarrohea (sp.). 

i ain't sorry.

ain't bovvered neither.

nope.

lloydie

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