Mark E Smith reads the football scores

And this you didn't know you needed to see. Honest. M E Smith reads the football results on Grandstand. Cue Theme from Sparta FC

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Time is the fire in which we burn

As Dr Soong says in Generations. And it is true. When do we get enough time? When we retire? When the kids grow up? When we die? When we are in a Vietnamese gaol facing a firing squad (hello Gary Glitter)?

Wrote a long post from the Gulf, which was swallowed by the ether. And is lost, like tears in rain...

what the fuck is it about mornings?

I mean why do people who like them think they are morally superior to people who don't? Like me. So I am currently in a differnent time zone so technically getting up half an hour before I go to bed (copyright Monty Python), and it is not making me a better person!
QEFuckingD, as they say.
I am not sure where I am, as if I ever am. Well it isn't the first world, because there are too many poor people, and it isn't the new world and the third world does not have Ferrari showrooms. Does this make it the zeroth world?
What it does is make me want to be rich, because it would be so much nicer. I mean the money and stuff would be great, as would the not working, but the rich get to make and stay in such nice environments. Bit Disney, but I have no problem with that. It is like real life but nicer, easier and bloody expensive. Ah, Richworld - that's where I am.

blessed st michael

2 goals in 5 minutes to beat the Argies. THAT is why we needed Michael Owen back!

The Fellowship of the Sins

A Martin Scorscese adaptation of Tolkien, where a bunch of young seminary students go on a long trek to return a piece of the true cross.

Well it could happen.

Apparently this blogging larke ain't making me money.

My blog is worth $0.00.
How much is your blog worth?

The Mighty Reds triumphed 3-0 over Anderlecht. But I can't help thinking that Chelsea lost out of spite. Now we have to take a point from Real Betis to go through or face having to get a result at Stamford Road. Bastards. I can't even be happy when they lose!

The Habit

In a hole in the ground lived a Hobbit. Someone must have been telling lies about Bilbo B, because one fine day, without doing anything wrong, he was arrested.

Just testing out a new form of literary mash-up. Looks rather promising to me. Future titles will include the Two Towels, in which Bilbo B stakes his claim to a position on the beach.

One goes out, one comes in. Friend of a Friend (Friend^2?) has just died of alcoholism, and another friend has brought a new flower into the world. So it Goes.

Reminder of the damage of addiction, and the Habit. So, we start again with a day 1 and keep striving for the path.

Cameron or Davis? The young Tories all muttered Cameron...

No terrorist attacks in this country for ages. Obviously our governments totally paranoid attempts to make us all carry identity cards (which the bombers would have been entitled to), produce 40 different types of ID to open a bank account (which the Economist points out is then never studied because there are too many financial transactions to track, and besides terrorism is low cost) is having an effect. Not by detecting terrorists as such, but they are spending all their time filling in bloody forms.

So, let's have the Daleks view of this. Or possibly the new Doctor Who.

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