Monday, May 26, 2008
Egg-Chasing Time
To my untrained eye Boring Munster were the better team on Saturday. And that's all that matters.
But only the most blinkered Jonny-Come-Lately daytripper could claim that Munster's tactics in general and, what I believe is referred to as 'closing out the game' (or rugby's equivalent of running to the corner flag and trying to keep the ball there) for a full 15 minutes in particular, are anything other than utterly, utterly boring.
Or, to quote Donncha O'Callaghan in today's Guardian, "It's ugly but it's effective for us... It might be boring but who cares?"
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But only the most blinkered Jonny-Come-Lately daytripper could claim that Munster's tactics in general and, what I believe is referred to as 'closing out the game' (or rugby's equivalent of running to the corner flag and trying to keep the ball there) for a full 15 minutes in particular, are anything other than utterly, utterly boring.
Or, to quote Donncha O'Callaghan in today's Guardian, "It's ugly but it's effective for us... It might be boring but who cares?"
Labels: Eggs
Friday, May 23, 2008
The Right Profile
So there's this block of flats being built in Cork city centre and they looked like they might be quite nice pads. But then they picked a name for the development - The Elysian. Mother of God.
How on Earth could anyone with a modicum of self-respect end up having 'The Elysian' as their address? The Elysian Fields are, after all, the supposed final resting place of the blessed, chosen by the gods, in Greek mythology. I mean how pretentious can you get?
Well even more pretentious, as it turns out. As you can see from these photos they're not trying to advertise somewhere to live - they're trying to advertise a lifestyle while they're at it. The Elysian - 'a very stylish affair' indeed. Vomit inducing.
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How on Earth could anyone with a modicum of self-respect end up having 'The Elysian' as their address? The Elysian Fields are, after all, the supposed final resting place of the blessed, chosen by the gods, in Greek mythology. I mean how pretentious can you get?
Well even more pretentious, as it turns out. As you can see from these photos they're not trying to advertise somewhere to live - they're trying to advertise a lifestyle while they're at it. The Elysian - 'a very stylish affair' indeed. Vomit inducing.
Train In Vain
I said it back in January and I'll say it again - fucking Cork fucking railway unions, the most militant bastards in the country.
If ever you'd want to see strike breakers brought in to bust heads it's for that shower of cnuts. If I don't get a train to Dublin tomorrow for the match I'm going to lob bricks at the bastards.
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If ever you'd want to see strike breakers brought in to bust heads it's for that shower of cnuts. If I don't get a train to Dublin tomorrow for the match I'm going to lob bricks at the bastards.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Exchavaganza
Another fine specimen from the streets of Cork:
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Dirty Day
I'm not talking about last night. Spawny gits have had their name on that trophy all season and last night was just more of it.
I fully expect Boring Munster to jam their way to undeserved victory this weekend as well. Thank God I'll be busy travelling to Il Trap's first game.
Labels: Football
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Safe European Home
Having already made my mind up to vote Yes to the Lisbon Treaty because Sinn Fein want me to vote 'No' any lingering doubts have been well and truly squashed by now.
I haven't heard one cogent argument by anyone pushing a 'No' vote that doesn't sound like hysterical scaremongering; that actually uses irrefutable facts; or that has been backed up by actually quoting the parts of the treaty that are supposed to force abortion / war / taxes / unemployment or any of the rest of it on us.
You don't need to read the treaty. All you have to do is get those halfwits to open it up and show you exactly where it says, in black and white, that we will be obliged to send the men who died for our freedom and low corporation tax to fight in Chad on behalf of the French. Or something.
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I haven't heard one cogent argument by anyone pushing a 'No' vote that doesn't sound like hysterical scaremongering; that actually uses irrefutable facts; or that has been backed up by actually quoting the parts of the treaty that are supposed to force abortion / war / taxes / unemployment or any of the rest of it on us.
You don't need to read the treaty. All you have to do is get those halfwits to open it up and show you exactly where it says, in black and white, that we will be obliged to send the men who died for our freedom and low corporation tax to fight in Chad on behalf of the French. Or something.
Labels: Paddywhackery, Parochial House
Overpowered By Funk
I saw Born Ruffians last night in Cork, supporting Caribou. They really went down well with the half decent crowd. Nice lads as well - I had a quick chat with them after their set, bought their album (out next week - fab) and got them to sign it...
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Labels: Music
Monday, May 19, 2008
Koka Kola
Just in case you've never seen it, here is possibly YouTube's finest moment - the video for OK Go!'s Here It Goes Again:
Now, the other day, I saw this ad for the vitamin supplement Berroca on TV:
Just how much money would Bayer have paid to this ad's 'creators' to blatantly rip off an internet phenomenon? It really is the most brazen rip off I've yet seen in advertising.
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Now, the other day, I saw this ad for the vitamin supplement Berroca on TV:
Just how much money would Bayer have paid to this ad's 'creators' to blatantly rip off an internet phenomenon? It really is the most brazen rip off I've yet seen in advertising.
Labels: B-Ads, Endless Art
If Music Could Talk
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Overpowered By Funk
Y'know when you're at a party and you're having a grand time? Drink and chat flowing; catching up with old friends and making some new ones; hopefully some half-decent tunes in the background? And then some party hijacking Nazi whips out a guitar and suddenly everyone has to shut up and listen or join in some half-assed sing song?
Well I hate that. Total mood and conversation killer. Fine for the tool with the guitar and the couple of drunks who like singing along who couldn't care less that they've just ruined the party, crap for everyone else. Anyway usually I just leave at that point. It's easier than moaning about it and getting accused of being a killjoy by said Nazis.
But there's a flipside to inappropriate music being a conversation killer - being at a proper gig where people won't shut the hell up. I was at two gigs last week in Cork - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Iron & Wine. Both were excellent but both had their quieter moments (of which there were many during during Iron & Wine) ruined by incessant chatter.
Now I'm not talking about expecting reverential silence here, I'm talking about people who, after paying 30 quid give or take, proceeded to have full conversations with each other and talk over the music as if they were in a noisy bar somewhere. It was damn annoying. I nearly slapped the head off the two 5-foot-nothing munchkin girls in front of me who talked absolutely non-stop for the full set. And no I couldn't move - EVERYONE seemed to be talking. If ever there was a place where people loved the sound of their own voices...
BRMC:
Iron & Wine:
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Well I hate that. Total mood and conversation killer. Fine for the tool with the guitar and the couple of drunks who like singing along who couldn't care less that they've just ruined the party, crap for everyone else. Anyway usually I just leave at that point. It's easier than moaning about it and getting accused of being a killjoy by said Nazis.
But there's a flipside to inappropriate music being a conversation killer - being at a proper gig where people won't shut the hell up. I was at two gigs last week in Cork - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Iron & Wine. Both were excellent but both had their quieter moments (of which there were many during during Iron & Wine) ruined by incessant chatter.
Now I'm not talking about expecting reverential silence here, I'm talking about people who, after paying 30 quid give or take, proceeded to have full conversations with each other and talk over the music as if they were in a noisy bar somewhere. It was damn annoying. I nearly slapped the head off the two 5-foot-nothing munchkin girls in front of me who talked absolutely non-stop for the full set. And no I couldn't move - EVERYONE seemed to be talking. If ever there was a place where people loved the sound of their own voices...
BRMC:
Iron & Wine:
Egg-Chasing Time
The interviews with former Leinster backs coach, David Knox, are only hil-arious. Really fabulous stuff...
However even funnier is the outraged reaction of the rugger fraternity to what he said. Trying to work out which journo, ex-player or general hanger-on has the most sand in their vagina over the whole thing is just highly entertaining.
In fact Knox said a lot of similar things a couple of years ago and no one seemed to notice then.
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"I have been here for three years and I have never seen him create
space for anybody. Yet over here he ranks with Dan Carter
as the best fly-half in the world. I have never heard such rubbish."
"Munster's record is fantastic but you can't tell me they play anything
but 10-man rugby. Unfortunately, players can't just switch on style play when
they get into the international arena. Munster get 30 points on the board by
grinding away and when the other team is shot, they try and throw the ball
around a bit. Then people say, what a great team. It's rubbish."
However even funnier is the outraged reaction of the rugger fraternity to what he said. Trying to work out which journo, ex-player or general hanger-on has the most sand in their vagina over the whole thing is just highly entertaining.
In fact Knox said a lot of similar things a couple of years ago and no one seemed to notice then.
Labels: Eggs
Sunday, May 11, 2008
You'll Never Walk Alone
As I sit here sipping a fine port that I've been nursing since my wee trip to Portugal five weeks ago I think about today's football and I think about how, back in 1999 when ManYoo jammed their way to that treble (Bergkamp you twat... Munich you twats...), I guessed that it would be at least 2010 before they passed Liverpool's 18 English titles. Well back then 2010 seemed like a hell of a long way away. It doesn't anymore...
Meanwhile, after today's match, here's some food for thought:
Fact one: Man Yoo have had one penalty given against them in the League all season, in a game they subsequently lost.
Fact two: Man Yoo have had two players red-carded all season. Both were for head-butts, which means that, officially, in 38 games of football, not a single Manchester United player is considered to have commited two bookable offences or denied a clear goal-scoring opportunity.
They say refereeing decisions balance themselves out over the season, don't they?
Meanwhile I'm watching an excellent South Bank Show about David Peace's The Damned United... there's really only one damn united...
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Meanwhile, after today's match, here's some food for thought:
Fact one: Man Yoo have had one penalty given against them in the League all season, in a game they subsequently lost.
Fact two: Man Yoo have had two players red-carded all season. Both were for head-butts, which means that, officially, in 38 games of football, not a single Manchester United player is considered to have commited two bookable offences or denied a clear goal-scoring opportunity.
They say refereeing decisions balance themselves out over the season, don't they?
Meanwhile I'm watching an excellent South Bank Show about David Peace's The Damned United... there's really only one damn united...
Labels: Football
