Pete and Me

Well, we're both addicts. That's what we've both got to face up to, and work out.
Both of us will cause lots of problems for ourselves until we sort it out.
But he is sleeping with Kate Moss.

Whereas this has just been a bad week for me. Relapse, don't do it. Got excuses but they don't count. Anyway on holiday for a week or so, which is a good chance to work on my next stretch of 10 - one day at a time.

As soon as this pub closes, the revolution starts.

I am Jack

The voice is still chilling after 25 years. For a long time we thought it actually was the Ripper, and so Peter Sutcliffe was left free. Free to kill Jackie Hill. I was about 50m away at the time, watching Not the Nine O'clock news if I remember correctly. Of course we could have gone to the pub instead, and then she would have been alive - but none of us would have known a thing and it would have been a lost memory.

The next day I walked 2 girls home, and slowly put together the massive Police presence and news of the death of a girl. "You don't do that for a stolen bike" someone said.

Who knows whether the hoaxer really lead to 3 more deaths. The real blame is of course with Sutcliffe who could have stopped, or never stated, anytime. But I think they will throw the book at this guy. He would have been in his early 20s. Maybe it was a joke. Maybe it was a way of making himself feel important. Given that he seems to be an unemployed drunk that is quite likely.

I don't want vengence or disproportionate punishment. What is an appropriate punishment? I hope it has been 20 years of guilt

Don't have a GOW man

GOW standing for Grumpy Old Woman, a companion programme to the Grumpy Old Men programmes that the BBC showed last year. The problem was that the men complained, whined and bitched about all sorts of stuff - baldness, thongs, parking attendants, young politicians, teen magazines, rock music - whereas the women had only one topic - Men. And apparently all men are the same - uncaring, undomesticated, incapable of multi-tasking, and a burden to women. So I switched off, went upstairs to give my ill wife her medication, changed my son's nappy, and went to bed in a grump.

As they said on the Arab conflict earlier, "I joined the Pissed off club".
And what a depressing programme that was - both Israel and Palestine are ill served by their leaders. The USA too it seems. Colin Powell was a rare noble man trying to do something for the greater good rather than immediate political advantage and/or revenge. Arafat is dead now, and clearly the wrong man to lead a nation - though he may have been suited to the struggle. Sharon is mendacious and old - younger men pay with their blood for his ego and fanaticism.
Hard to see a good outcome, or any other outcome than more death and destruction.

Tramp the dirt down

So, John Peel Day was the same as Margaret Thatcher's 80th birthday. The Good die young it seems. Though we can but hope that she lives everything she did brought down to ashes.

Not a big Elvis Costello fan. Like Ben Elton I liked him "back in the day" but somehow the 80s just seem so long ago, and he never translated. Still, better than Ben Elton who I now think is just short of the anti-Christ of humour. How can the man who co-wrote BlackAdder write such turgid dross. With thinly veiled misogyny and a Islington sneer about anything and anyone not rich, in the media and living in London.

But, Elvis did write Tramp the dirt down on Spike about Thatchers grave. I shall take myself off to do that when the blessed day comes. And Rejoice.

Though I expect there will be a queue.

John Peel Day

And it should be an annual institution too. Apparently Sheila comes from Shipley. Always thought it would be Norfolk.

I can still hear JP's voice, and always the music.

Thanks

BMFA

I guess the theme song for the last post should have been Martha Wainwright's Bloody Motherfucking Asshole (or BMFA for short). Kind of gets to the heart of things, I think.

So looks like this is about day 10, and though it has been both hairy and a bit close to the wind (which sounds like today's theme) we got there. Now on to the next 10, or even just the next day at a time.

engage Rant mode

Ok, I am now officially fucked off with Flash Graphics. IMHO nothing shows a company up as a bunch of cunts as much as a fucking Flash Graphics website. Takes ages to fucking download, and then stops you doing anything useful while bombarding you with bloody awful sounds and images. And they all seem to be in tossing black.

Will you just FUCKING STOP IT. It is not big and not clever.

Tossers.

End rant mode

Day whatever of 10, probably 9

travelling in hope not expectation

So I was actually rather optimistic on the way to Anfield. A 1-4 stuffing later, rather less so. We were actually pretty reasonable, but Chelski had obviously targetted Djimi and he cracked under the pressure. After that we were always chasing the game and got punished badly.

Ho hum.

Anyway, this is day 7 I think. Not too bad.

bilal

And there you are - enjoy.

Dignity

A rare commodity, but oddly enough possessed by Jaimie Carragher. How odd.
So nil-nil against Chelski, but Mr. Abramovich will have an extra £6bn to comfort him having sold his oil and gas company. No doubt keeps him warm at nights in more ways than one.

Struggling today - day 3. The demons return. As Mick McCarthy said, its not a monkey on my back but a whole monkey house...

Still, next!

There should be a picture here from graphic artist Enki Bilal - who works mainly in France as a BD artist and film director. Not the sort of films that ever crop up in the UK, being mainly a) French, b) Science Fiction and c) Mad. But part of the same mad mythology of Egyptian gods being aliens interbreeding with humans that he uses in his BD. Oh, and did I mention the gratuitous nudity?

Blogger doesn't seem to want to upload, so I'll try later.

Speed

You know your life is too full when you are irritated by how long it takes to pee.

I'm there.

jose

Well, he sure knows how to provoke a reaction. "it wasn't a goal. Liverpool are not worthy champions". Pouring gasoline on a fire time

And start of day 2 - and the cravings are starting. But only 2 of 10.

Don't look back

Excellent documentary on Dylan on BBC2. Would love to see part 2, but I suspect my viewing credits with Mrs. Breadwinner have been already spent for the week, and any remaining will be spent on watching the Mighty Reds against Rouble FC. Not holding out any hopes, but then again I didn't last year.

Interesting article in Esquire on the nature of addiction. Hints include not stopping when it becomes damaging, and the usual mood swings and stuff. So, ok, I am an addict.
One day at a time here I come. Again.
Day one...
Perhaps better to set goals...
Day one of 10.
Is that a start?

Wake up Boo!

Summer's gone...
Put the paddling pool and bouncy castle in the shed at the weekend, and we won the ashes on Monday. Pretty strong hints that winter is here. And the weather reflects - driving rain and cold.

So, it feels time for soccer. And the Mighty Reds play the Scum on Sunday. Which luckily gets me away from visit of Mrs Breadwinner's mad sister and satan spawn. I may leave today.

And will try not to laugh too much about Everton losing 5-1 to Dynamo Bucharest and being on the verge of dropping out of 2 European competitions in a month. TMR (to abbreviate) mugged Real Betis on Tuesday, so we have bragging rights for a while.

The reference for anyone who did not get it is to the Boo Radleys wonderful single Wake up Boo.

Will someone tell me why I keep watching Lost? I mean I think its great. But why do I think that? I couldn't begin to explain.

Thought for the day: I have neither been there nor done that - Bart Simpson

The power of context

Halfway through Friday's European Super cup I was agreeing with my brother in-law that it was in essence a meaningless friendly that just disrupts the early season. Of course by the end, I realise the true importance of the trophy as a contest to determine the true champions of Europe - well I did after our victory over CSK Moscow.
So only the Premiership left to win this century!

Bit of a bugger to draw Chelsea in the Champions League group stages. Oh, and how we laughed when the Toffees were kicked out into the UEFA cup. If that is such a meaningless bauble, let them try to win it!

Hard to bear seeing the blessed Michael in Newcastle's stripes. But I am confident it will only be for a season. Though it is hard to see it doing his development any good, playing with the Magpies. Fond of them as I am, they have been relentlessly crap for decades apart from wor Kev's season of brilliance and mental imbalance.

I bought my wedding suit in Neiman Marcus in New Orleans. Sorry to see it drowned by Hurrican Katrina.

Relapse city

Man flu. But luckily I found sympathy in the dictionary.
Anyway that seems to have triggered a relapse, so lets start again. I am addicted blah blah blah.
And today is my anniversary. Lucky old us.

Also the anniversary of when I should have got more work in probably.

Rumour is that St Michael may come back to the Red fold. Please let it be so.

Image is more Banksy. Would like to have some of his Israeli work. The withdrawal from Gaza is on today, with settlers complaining about rough handling from the army as they are evicted from their homes. Can't say that the Israeli army isn't equal opportunity.

3 am eternal

Well got a meeting this afternoon where I somehow have to convince people that the work I can do in the next 45 minutes is 3 months worth. Just like being at school. When I was 12 or so we had a 3 month history assignment, that I immediately forgot all about. One Friday the teacher told us to hand it in on Monday. Oh joy. I immediately discovered the joys of working all day and all night in the city library. Got a B. A sadly formative experience. Told me I could get away with stuff. Mrs Breadwinner just does not understand. Why would you not do it on time?

Weakling. Talking of which we are back on a day one.

Listening to KLF Chill out album for the first time. God, they got the ambient/trance template spot on first time out.

more adventurous

Once upon a time the plan was to be a music blog, before the lack of talent and time stopped me. Not that it stopped lots of other people. ANYWAY, since that time I should have been banging a drum about Rilo Kiley - but it was hip then so I didn't, and now the fuss has died down I can try to stoke it up again by saying how brilliant their new album is.

You can hear for yourself on their website, or interestingly, try some of the concert and acoustic versions available on http://www.rilokiley.net/multimedia/

I recommend It's a hit, More Adventurous, Does he love you and the sublime Portions for Foxes.

Meanwhile the mighty Reds sleepwalked through the victory over KFC Big Kahuna Burger, or whoever they were - Lithuania's finest. Good showing from them. Pity about the Norwich City shirts. NEXT!

Pop quiz - Milan Baros or Michael Owen? Exactly. Wish we would welcome him home.

oh Michael I hardly knew you...

So, the blessed Michael is toying with joining the Scum, and the mighty Reds don't want him back. I feel sorry for him - basically he is being forced out of Real Madrid because he doesn't sell many t-shirts.

It would be too strange to see him in another team's shirt - particularly MUFC, or Arsenal - but he is class, and undervalued, act. We never gave him the love he deserved, or that we gave St. Stephen, Carra or God. I only hope he scores the winning goal in the World Cup final for England.

Meanwhile, I am on two a day (Gibson reference) which is not good when you are supposed to be giving up. But excuse is having a 24 hour bug for 2 days over the weekend. The damn man-flu that women always complain about .

Thoughts go out to the family and girlfriend of the poor lad killed in Liverpool on Friday for being Black. I thought we were beyond that.

And so farewell, King Faisal. Most of us thought you were dead already. Maybe you were. Mrs Breadwinner once dated a man so rich that for tax reasons his father died legally six months after he did so physically.

And we have another planetoid in the solar system. Or if you count Pluto as a planet, a tenth planet to be call Xena (after the warrior Princess). Excellent. I look forward to the future discovery of Buffy the asteroid belt, and the Aeryn Sun!

The picture is the familiy portrait - the only picture of our solar system from the Outside, taken by one of the Voyager space probes (no doubt shortly before it took part in Star Trek). This is where we live folks.

you can't put your arms around a memory

But the past is always with us, jesus said. Or was that the poor. No, the poor are us. Or me.
Latest bank statement should have had an X-certificate. Wish I knew where it all went. We seem to be a grand a month down each month. Big money.

Anyway, the British comic book heroes are being revived by Alan Moore and his daughter (well mainly her actually), and I can't quite explain (or remember) why this image just does it for me. This is the cover of Albion #1.

Robot Archie. I will never forget you, even though I can't actually remember.