Sporting Stupidity

I'm incensed! Soccer Aid indeed. The gist of this crap is that the England Football Team play a team from the "rest of the world". The "rest of the world" seems to mean some bunch of Z List celebrities culled from the payroll of ITV.

Doubtless, this will mean four hours of shite on TV covering a game that only lasts 90 minutes.

I can think of certain places that are already planning a charity nights in support of this old tosh.

I could take them by the throat and shake them!

Don't the people who attend [and thus, support] this kind of event, realise that if the persons involved in kicking the ball around were to donate a weeks "wages", the charity concerned [UNICEF] would gain more money than they otherwise would.

Harsh as it may seem, I'd rather see the same old kids shoving their distended bellies towards the camera than see the same old arseholes in football shirts shoving their beer bellies towards the camera while attempting to berate the rest of us for not donating to Soccer Aid 2008.

Swiming [For Doug]

SEB & HM VB. So much Botox, so little tallent!

Our turn next!

BoJo's gotten his hot, sticky little paws on the flag and in about fourteen hundred odd days, London will host the Olympics.

I fully intend being somewhere warm and sunny and away from all the silly sods in Lycra and the even sillier sods who will come to watch them.

But, I may consider staying if Doug gets his wish and "Team GB" have Sophie Ellis-Bexter and Her Majesty Victoria Beckham as their synchronised swimming team.

Apparently, they're already in training!

Olympic Gold, Olympic Shite

I'm not much for watching the Olympics. I like the Winter Olympics but all this running around etc, etc no.

This year, though, the UK or, Team GB, as they seem now to be known, are doing rather well.

There are though a few exceptions.

Yesterdays press was full of how well Team GB are doing. This amounted to a tiny panel for each medal winning participant.

On the following page [and this was actually half a page, as opposed to a few column inches] was a whole big write up apropos how Paula Radcliffe came 21st in some 100 yard dash and how her recent injury had made her shit.

No mention was made of how 20 people were better than she was.

No mention was made of how she was also crap in Athens in 2004. Nor was there word of he cocking up in the London Marathon either.

Ms Radcliffe is famous only for either shitting herself [Athens] or pissing on the street [London] or for being, seemingly, permanently injured when it comes to any international event.

The lack of such talk is a bit of a Brit tradition.

Looking back at recent history [the past 30-odd years] turns up Brendan Foster, David Bedford ET AL.

They were always the best athletes in the world until they came up against anybody else from any other country. They then fell into the same bin in which Ms Radcliffe now resides. "My leg hurt, I injured myself last decade, I was wearing new shoes" etc, etc.

Why, as the non-winning / never winning Brit contender, was this woman given so much coverage and will, ultimately, be better remembered for messing up than those who turned up the goods?

Back, with a vengance [and a wig, sort of]

Not that I've been very far away, but I'm now back.
Not only am I back, but back with a new boy-friend and, sort of, a new life/ begining. A better explanation will follow shortly.