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16Jun06 — 0
Comedy Duo
The Agnostic Monk manages both the easy task of being funny about the performance of England’s football team yesterday, and the harder task of being funny about a man being shot seven times in the legs, though in this he gets lots of help from The New York Times.
Read More15Jun06 — 6
For England!
While I’m on the subject of real racism, this is a perfect time to bring up again the matter of “rhetorical racism”: the kind of racism some ascribe to those who have the nerve to disagree with them or merely to offend their refined aesthetics. Working class people who put England flags on their cars, […]
Read More14Jun06 — 9
“Here Come The Boys From Brazil, Terry”
They start an international football competition looking horribly over-rated. They lead by a goal from one impressive long shot in the first half, but are made to seem pedestrian in the second as they do their best to defend the slim advantage. Some of their passing is shockingly inaccurate. At least one of their star […]
Read More01Jun06 — 0
Your Fifteen Minutes Start Now
The blogtacular Grammar Puss sticks it to Sandi Thom, a “politically aware” songstress who keeps it so real that her marketing people have to invent an up-from-the-Net overnight sensation story to give her some street cred. And dontcha love the way the bint confuses fashion statements with actual achievements? Of course she’d rather sing out […]
Read More18May06 — 0
Monsieur Henry’s Holiday
An outer London suburb. THIERRY HENRY is behind the wheel of a tricked-out hatchback on his way back from his last training session. Early bebop is playing on the stereo. Despite his obvious tristesse, he is tapping a complex counter-rhythm on the steering wheel. THIERRY pulls up at traffic lights and glances across at a […]
Read More01May06 — 0
A Favour For A Friend
This is a very odd post, an experimental post even. Paulie of Never Trust A Hippy wants to help Barnet Football Club with an online tactical voting campaign. Here’s the science part.
Read More05Apr06 — 23
And The Tabs Lost Again. Nerr.
Kerron came in for some stick the other day for describing the result of “The” Boat Race as: “Some Toffs beat Some Other Toffs, Ra!” It is perhaps a bit harsh. You’d have to extend the definition of “toffs” from “members of the aristocracy” to “members of the ruling classes” or “tall blokes whose parents […]
Read More23Mar06 — 0
Attack Of The Northern Anoraks
Over at Stumbling and Mumbling there’s another post by the metaphorically shed-dwelling Chris Dillow that will appeal to my dad: from Freddie Flintoff to Tom Finney in ten steps.
Read More13Mar06 — 0
Conversation With My Father
PG: Did you see that cricket match?! PG Snr: No, but I’m going to watch the highlights tonight. It’s the looks on the Aussies’ faces I want to see.
Read More06Mar06 — 0
Buy A Blind Person A Labrador!
My friends Auriol and Peter Auriol and Peter are the over-dressed ones in the middle. [click image to enlarge] are running the London Marathon in aid of Guide Dogs For The Blind. Give ’em some money and a big, daft, blond dog some useful work to do.
Read More22Feb06 — 6
Apparently Some People Update These Weblog Things Once A Day
Sorry, PooterGeekers. I do have a lot of ideas for things to write here, but I don’t have any time to write them this week. I don’t even have time to cut-and-paste a joke here as I usually do before I take a few days off from ‘Blogging. Amongst other little chores I’ve been doing, […]
Read More19Feb06 — 8
Aston Villa Still Crap
Premiership football team thwarted by child.
Read More17Feb06 — 9
Mixing It Up
You won’t be surprised to read that I thoroughly approve of miscegenation. One day the whole world will be beige. There will be no war, all corner shops will sell five-spice, and no one will be able to make a buddy movie featuring a funny black sidekick. It always made me smile that the genome […]
Read More10Feb06 — 6
Obviously We’ve Been Missing That Kevin Keegan Factor
Bored with an England football coach who hardly ever loses a competitive game and irritated by his getting more sex with hot foreign babes than they ever will, tabloid journalists (and many of their readers) finally get what they wanted all along: England’s new manager to be homegrown: British or Irish candidate with ‘passion’ a […]
Read More02Feb06 — 4
Everything But The Goal
With a fierce flick of the bedside lamp switch, José’s broodingly handsome features were thrown into gloomy relief. In an instant Tami stirred beside him, her trim, petite body sweeping upward from the Egyptian cotton to wrap him in a supportive embrace. “What is troubling you at such an hour, my love?” she asked, watching […]
Read More23Jan06 — 13
Spastic Wog
Via Tim comes this fun piece by Jeremy Clarkson: Wog. Spastic. Queer. Nigger. Dwarf. Cripple. Fatty. Gimp. Paki. Mick. Mong. Poof. Coon. Gyppo. You can’t really use these words any more and yet, strangely, it is perfectly acceptable for those in the travel and hotel industries to pepper their conversation with the word “beverage”. There […]
Read More23Jan06 — 1
Watch Out, Keef
I may have given the impression during the existence of this ‘Blog that I am something of a nerd, but I’m telling you, people: you haven’t lived until you’ve pulled up outside the best hotel in town in a written-off car with the front bumper howling as it scrapes on one of the tyres; handed […]
Read More10Jan06 — 0
But What Do You Do All Day?
Sorry about the thin posting so far this week. I’ve been busy. Surprisingly, considering it covers those strange games Americans play, there are items in The Onion’s sports review of 2005 that even Brits can find funny. I missed their “World’s Emotionally Strongest Man” report when it first appeared last September: During the show’s premiere, […]
Read More11Dec05 — 8
Working Out
One month’s free personal training with my new gym membership and the need for structure in my life have turned me into something of an obsessive. The very helpful staff have shown me how to operate those strange torture machines I once mocked. I used to use the Genome Campus gym for one purpose: to […]
Read More10Dec05 — 7
Non-Crazed England Football Editorial Shocker
After yesterday’s World Cup draw, some boring sense about England’s prospects from football365: It is worth stating something that is blindingly obvious and yet often overlooked in the hysteria surrounding the national team: England’s peaks may be depressingly even, but the troughs have been negligible for many years now. Since Sven-Goran Eriksson took over, the […]
Read More04Dec05 — 17
Read And Then Write
I’ve a good mind to drive round to that Andrew Bloggers4Labour and take a sledgehammer to his server. Since he started aggregating comments as well as posts it feels like PooterGeek has been under siege. Now, as regulars know, when someone’s got me bang to rights (see below), I own up, but please, people, can […]
Read More02Dec05 — 6
Men United In Sentimental Bollocks
Yesterday in the Guardian Nicky Campbell joined the minority of press commentators who have mentioned recently deceased footballer George Best’s tendency to slap women around. He did so with a telling quote from one of Best’s exes: “I adored George, and do you know what? In almost two and half years together he only hit […]
Read More24Nov05 — 4
Cross Over The Road, My Friend
You Don’t Want To Do That, a new BBC reality radio show, will follow a group of potential recruits to the Samaritans as they attempt to become full-time counsellors to the suicidal, the depressed, and the lonely. In this preview recording of the first episode, the hopefuls are thrown right into the deep end. They […]
Read More22Nov05 — 6
Women, Eh?
Sunday Saturday. I am in the TV room at the gym with three other men, watching the tense final minutes of the England-New Zealand Rugby Union thriller. We are hunched forward in our comfy chairs. One bloke has been shouting elaborate instructions throughout. Now we are all shouting. A woman walks in behind us, fresh […]
Read More21Nov05 — 5
Roy Of The Rovers
[Brassy 50s light music plays. We see archive black-and-white shots of men in flat caps and striped scarves spinning rattles round and cheering on footballers dressed in long baggy shorts, moving jerkily as they kick a sodden leather ball about a rain-soaked ground. Behind the “Roy Of The Rovers” credits, a man with bad teeth […]
Read More13Nov05 — 3
Gutted
Living in my disconnected bubble as I am at the moment, I managed somehow to become convinced that the England-Argentina “friendly” was today. So I stayed in yesterday evening and continued to sort through three years of photographic, prints, negatives, and scans. Par-tee! Even if I didn’t see it, it’s nice to know that one […]
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