Monday 14 June 2010

A Fantastial Celebration Of Footballing Culture Throughout The World

Due to commitments at work I was forced into missing this years F.A Cup Final, and was thus deprived of witnessing Chelsea make history. Mere weeks later and The World Cup has rolled around. Not for me though, I'm still working. So instead of getting to see a thirty five hour opening ceremony featuring all manner of confusing dancers, millions of flags and the totally befuddled commentary of Mark Lawrenson, I got to stand out in the sun, my face getting progressively more burned, while children ran around me screaming and swearing.

"Nevermind!" I thought, "I'll head home when I am finished and watch France play Uruguay, it's sure to be an exciting game, and will no doubt make up for missing the host's opener!"

Err, yep. The game was deadly dull, and midway through the second half I had turned the TV off. The only thing worth watching was France coach Raymond Domenech, who looks like a slightly more French Paul Grady.

"Ok Thierry, you're on the bench, we're going with Govou. He's a good player, right?"

Again, on Saturday I found myself at work all day, with the only consolation being that I could spend the evening jammed into pub with every other fucker in the country watching England. the only diference being that I actively want England to lose. To go out as soon as possible. To bugger off and shut up. As it turns out we ended up in a pub which was almost deserted, only one man in the place seemed to care, and let us know through some very manly posturing and the yelling of occasional nondescript football talk: "Yeah! But who's on the end of it!?"

The end result was fantastic, if only so I didn't have to listen to drunken idiots outside my house all night. Robert Green's desire to see himself inducted in to the "Usually reliable English goalkepers who make one almighty mistake at the worst possible time" hall of fame has provided the highlight of the tournament so far.

"Yep, yep! YEP! YEAH!.. shit.

Despite England's inability in beating side who are still a third world nation when it comes to football, we still have to see The Sun and it's brethren bleating about how will still win the thing. As I said, the sooner we are out, the better.

England aside, the one thing that seems to be defining each match, is that nothing, nothing seems to happen. Only one game has feaured more than two goals, and none of them have been of a particularly high quality. The majority of the games are played out scrappily in midfield, the shooting has been woeful and the player's close control has been almost as bad.
Most will blame the new ball, which utilises dark matter, or nuclear particles or something to make it lighter. How long before wer're giving players balloons to kick around? While we're at it, why don't we give them clown shoes and amusing make-up? There's probably a market for it somewhere.. Oh yes... Liverpool.

Catch the ball! Or the balloon! Oh come on! You should have at least managed to catch one of them! No wonder you finished seventh in the balloon ball league.

In fact the games have been so boring that the producers have seen fit to fill all of the boring moments with super slow motion, high definition replays of all the non-existent action.

SEE! An Algerian man sweating slowly while turning his head!
WITNESS! Three players looking slightly upset at a refereeng decision!
GASP! At some legs running at 1/8 their normal speed!
TURN OFF THE GODDAMN TV! As you realise that you're paying your licence for this!

I wouldn't mind the slow-mo, but come on! Choose something interesting, or at least focus on the weirdest looking people you can find in the crowd. No-one (and I mean no-one) needs to see Wayne Rooney yelling his neandathal little face off at some unfortunate offical in that much detail.

"UUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR!"

The only game so far to have exceeded expectations was Germany's demolition of Australia. A game so thoroughly one-sided that even our very own jingoistic commentators had to grudgingly admit how good the Germans were. Listening to these compliments from behind gritted teeth was beautiful. Hopefully the German's will take England apart if they meet, and I'll wear my Germany shirt with pride. It won't stop the dribbling idiots singing their 'Two World Wars and one World Cup' song, but still, small victories.

The last notable thing is that the South Africans have decided that insead of hosting the best World Cup ever, they're going to host the most annoying. The stadiums are full of dullards blowing into horns. No, not pleasant sounding, tuneful instruments that will lend each game a thrilling atmosphere, but horns which produce a constant, one pitched drone. It sounds like the mic operator is under constant attack from a swarm of angry, but lazy bees. "BVVVVVVVVVVVVVVZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" it goes, "BBBVVVVVVVVZZZZZZZZZZ!"
I say that if England get the World Cup in 2018, all the fans should be given kazoos, or maybe just a triangle each, which they are to hit whenever a player is about to shoot, creating a deafening "TING!" which will cause all but the most focused players to fall over, startled and confused. I genuinely want to see that happen now, and am quite upset that FIFA would probably call foul play, the spoilsports.
Anything to make it more interesting than the uninspired toss that has passed for football matches so far this year.

Wednesday 2 June 2010

Proof There Is No God: A Review Of A Movie I Haven't Seen.

My Sister told me she thinks that I should go and see Sex And The City 2, purely so I can write a blog about it. This would be a fantastic idea, but for two reasons;
  1. I don't have any money to waste on such nonsense.
  2. I'd rather sit at home slowly pulling my teeth out with a rusty spoon.
The very thought of sitting through two hours of feeble old bitches talking about their sagging cunts and acting like disgusting whores is too much for me to even contemplate, and my eyes are burning just thinking about it.

Instead I will force myself to watch the entire two and a half minute trailer, and Libby, if I don't make it out the other side, I will hold you accountable, and my will shall be changed accordingly.

(What you are about to see is likely to damage you if you have more than 4 brain cells. Be warned)



(Note: I have sat here for a good 10 minutes unable to click play. This is the true definition of terror.)

  • This trailer is suitable for all audiences, all audiences that is, who don't have a penis. Or a brain, or an understanding of the basic premise of feminism.
  • Obvious use of 'Empire State Of Mind' right at the beginning, and while the song is still pretty good, it's obiquity is starting to irritate. No more so than here, at 0:11, where we get our first glipse our lovely ladies, all timed to the music and everything! The person who edited this must be a fucking genius! Look at their pretty clothes! I wonder if clothes play as important a part in this film as they do in real life? Who knows?
  • 0:15, and I''m guessing the answer to the above question is a resounding 'YES! YES GODDAMIT! LOOK HOW IMPORTANT OUR FUCKING CLOTHES ARE! I HAVE A WALK-IN WARDROBE FULL OF SHOES AND BAGS AND DRESSES AND OTHER NEEDLESS TOSS THAT YOU PLEBIANS WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO AFFORD! BECAUSE I AM FAMOUS! FAMOUS FOR WRITING ABOUT SEX! HOW FUCKING LIBERATED IS THAT?' We also get to hear Sarah Jessica Parker's boring voice for the first time here. I wasn't really listening to what she said, because it's probably stupid.
  • 0:20, (God, I'm going to be here all night at this rate.) A man is here. I often wondered what kind of man would agree to be in shit like this. A man desperate to pay his bills? Or a man woefully under-informed by his agent? One way or another he should be ashamed of himself. ROYALLY FUCKING ASHAMED OF HIMSELF.
  • 0:26, I keep having to start the video from previous points, because I can't understand these screeching harridan's voices. There is the ginger one, being ugly and a lesbian. Way to go, making the ugliest one a lesbian. Or was that real life? Both are as dumb as each other to be honest. Anyway, she says smething equally as stupid as what Jessica Parker was rambling on about earlier. The brunette one is next, and by god! She seems to be having trouble with her children, despite the attention of her poorly paid, fat, ethnic housemaid (out of shot).
  • 0:32, and things are getting ugly. REALLY FUCKING UGLY. Kim Catrell is on screen, and talking about sex. What a suprise. "I've tricked my body into feeling younger" she says, opening a large case of pills. "How are you going to swallow them?" asks indescriminate old hag #1 "Haven't we met?" she replies. The joke here is that she performs a lot of fellatio and therefore has a gaping wound for a throat. Delightful. While I am here I would like to say that all these dumb mugs who think that this film celebrates older women, that they are wrong. There is nothing graceful about the way these weathered old bints are behaving, they are sluts, pure and simple. If you want to look at someone who is aging gracefully then come for dinner at mine and meet my mum, ok?
  • 0:48, more sex jokes. Boring dialogue and a horse. We seem to be being led towards the conclusion that Jessica Parker's lifestyle is boring. Imagine infinite money, comfortable married life and stunning beauty (Two out of three aint bad. Ba Dum Chhhh!). In fact, it sounds so boring that she should probably take one of those pretty dresses and throttle herself with it. Hurry up! We haven't got all day!
  • 0:56, "We have to work on the sparkle" Jessica Parker tells her idiot husband. Seriously, what possessed him to marry her? This man makes me unfeasibly angry. JUST LOOK AT HER FACE! LISTEN TO HER BLEATING SELFISH VOICE! FUCKING KICK HER IN THE HEAD!

  • 1:18, and the loathsome foursome haven't even got to Abu Dhabi yet. Kim Catrell can 'hear the decadance calling'. In fact it's just the wind rushing through her cavernous vagina. Easy mistake to make.
  • 1:22, Now they arrive. "Jessica Parker doesn't think they are in Kansas anymore. This could be a SUBTLE reference to 'The Wizard Of Oz', or it could be just another example of shocking dialogue written to make overly gay men laugh like little girls.
  • 1:25. The line that starts here is so fucking terrible, so embarrasingly rubbish that I want to kill myself, and then everyone else. Ever. Or maybe everyone else first. Fuck you whoever wrote that.
  • 1:36. men in pants hollering. How droll.
  • 1:57. married woman acts like objectionable whore.
  • I have given up writing. I have given up caring. The last thing that happens is Jessica Parker encouraging a child to develop a drinking habit.
Two and a half minutes, and nothing you could ever say or do, could convince that that isn't the absolute nadir of humanities achievment. There have been genocides that have been more pleasing to watch than that. I'm pretty sure that the Manhatten Project was thought up in case something like this happened. The name can't be a coincidence.

Are there really women out there who feel this is an acurate representation of feminism? If there are, then I'm really, really scared.

In conclusion. Bwuuuuuhhhuuuggghhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwrrrrruuuuaaaahhhh. My brain has melted.