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Tuesday 20 July 2010

Uni life

Video blog...is here

alright, so yeah, uni is around the corner and im pretty worried about the standard of education that im likely to get.

Media is by and large a a very practical subject, so there may not be a huge amount of paperwork, essays and the like.

but the quality of the tutors simon has had seemed epicly shit, the same for my freidns in the past most of whom had, well, dificult experiences at Uni.

Being older i know i can cope, but with so much money at stake on getting an education, there is a pressure there, and my old man is pretty determined to remind me of it at every opportunity.

I'm not feeling the pressure, im very confident in my abilites to do well and succeed but i look at simons expereinces and realise there is no one else to rely on but me.

i hate football


The club isn’t ours anymore but moreso than that - football is just properly gash these days. I mean really gash.

football generally. I hate nearly everything about it these days….

I hate the Prem and the myth that it is exciting this year. Man City breaking into the top four isn’t exciting. They spent loads of money. It’s no more exciting that Nameless **** getting to number 1 in the charts after winning the X-Factor.

I hate the myth of Arsene’s kids. Buying some French kid when he’s 17, playing him in the League Cup and then selling him when he’s 20 after about 3 appearances in the league is NOTHING SPECIAL.

I hate hearing about Liverpool/Man Utd’s debt but nothing ever happening about it. A club needs to go to the wall for the money thing to change but it doesn’t happen. Why the **** are Charlton, Leeds and Southampton still in business?

I hate Frank Lampard’s stupid ****ing face. I hate John Terry being an England player when he’s CLEARLY AN OAF.

I hate young exciting wingers who have nothing but pace. Tony Scully had nothing but pace.

I hate Harry ****ing Redknapp. And Jamie Redknapp. And Louise Redknapp. And the Wii.

I hate Gary Lineker and Alan Shearer.

I hate Garth Crooks.

I hate Garth Brooks a lot for that matter.

I hate Sky Sports.

I hate that when a lower league player beats 10 players and chips the keeper it doesn’t matter but if Rooney scores from more than 20 yards it’s amazing.

I hate that female sports journos are now mandatory.

I hate Mark Lawrenson for not coming out. ‘I do like a big man at the back’. I bet you do.

I hate any advert that portrays football to be about anything other than pain and disappointment.

I hate Lee Hughes and the fact that he makes a living from the game. I hate Marlon King and any team that signs him when he gets out. I hate that it’ll probably be us.

I hate Phil Brown.

I hate ‘well the ball is a lot lighter now and will cause goalkeepers real problems this summer’ before EVERY ****ING TOURNAMENT!

I hate that Kieron Dyer earned more in the time I took to write this post than I’ll earn this month.

I hate Adrian Durham, Ian Wright and Alan Brazil.

I hate Gazza. Either die or shut up. Stop ****ing lingering.

I hate Leeds.

I hate Roy Keane.

I hate grown men wearing football shirts of their team whilst shopping on a Saturday when their team is playing at home.

I hate that I don’t hate Roy Hodgson.

I hate Jermaine Beckford and any player who has neck tattoos.

I hate songs being inappropriately taken as club anthems and then sung in a manly way. ‘I’m forever blowing bubbles….’. Gaylords.

I hate Danny Dyer and anyone he’s ever interviewed.

I hate the book ‘Cass’ by Cass Pennant. It is honestly the stupidest thing I’ve ever read. Chapter 1: Millwall. ‘Yeah we took 50 to Millwall. They had 1000 in their mob but we ran ‘em up and down the street’.

Chapter 2: Liverpool . ‘Yeah we took 50 to Liverpool . They had 2000 in their mob but we ran ‘em up and down the street’. **** me… Jade Goody’s autobiography is probably better. Even her non-ghost written one.

I hate that all good youngsters end their careers at Spurs before they start.

Monday 19 July 2010

alright?


hows it going?
like i care really, just being nice.

well, as nice as possible, for me, which isnt partiucularly nice to be honest.

so some things ive been thinking about as i sit here listening to suede on spotify, which having not had the chance to use previously is really quite good, though is murdering my bandwith, anyway...

so yeah, i saw inception again today, i really enjoyed it on friday night, but a viscous bought of the trotts and what were the early signs of food poisoning meant i missed, say 20 or 30 mins of it.

By the way Dr Schwartz or schwarts brothers or what ever the cunts are called in the arse in of bath can lick the end of my dong, really really slowly, taking the time to enjoy the cheesey arouma.

food posioning really is an epic ball ache, i truly hate it, and despite being a fat cunt who could do to lose a stone or 12 it doesnt help to spend so much time on the khazi, it just sends the wrong impression.

anyway, the video blog will cover the movie,

just to say, i keep surfing the net for new trainers. i dunno why, i just do, i dont need any, i just havent got any new chuck taylors to take with me to uni and i wonder if my crusty red and black ones will last? Probably not.

Anyway, chuck taylors are the greatest shoes in the history of shoes and i will have a stand up drag out fight with anyone who says differently.


on a sporting front, joe cole to liverpool, quite a coup, are the Allblacks peaking too early, AGAIN! And simbles hasnt seen the new bedford blues shirt yet and will jizz his pants when he does.

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