14th July 2006 - 23:56 BST
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This is a very quick blog, mainly because I want to get it uploaded before midnight in order to continue the recent tradition of blogging daily. :o)
Tonight I went out on a social night with work colleagues to The Raven pub in town, a place I have never been to before but think I will certainly go to again. The atmosphere is nothing special, neither is the building work or choice of drinks. What The Raven pub can pride itself in is its selection and quality of pies.
Think about the best pie you have ever tasted and then think of it being even better, they are just beautiful. I am sure I can persuade my friend Mr. Watkins, the South West’s chief connoisseur of everything pie to go with me.
After munching on all our pies we all headed off to another pub where we just sat and talked long until the evening about work, football and whatever else people discuss in pubs. I made an escape around 11.30ish to find a taxi. Not having any transport or wanting to walk back home alone for fear of being arse raped meant that I had to be driven.
When I go to town on a night out I normally order a taxi. This evening, not knowing when I would want to leave and also not having the certain danger of a drunken and abusive Mr. White I decided against it. Ordering a taxi at 23:34 on a Friday night is just pointless, especially after a music event which made the streets of Bath even busier.
I joined a massive queue of drunken people all using the taxi rank barriers and each other to keep themselves from falling over and smashing their heads on the pavement. I had only drunk a small amount (I rarely drink in excess – honest!) so was able to observe their strange behaviour like Louis Theroux in one of his documentaries nd when a bunch of lager filled louts came stumbling by shouting and singing I wasn’t scared at all…
OK… I’ve finished this blog and it’s 00:16. I’m putting down the blog time of 23:56 though. Let the daily blogs continue!
13th July 2006 - 22:44 BST
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I was always taught that sport and exercise was good for your body. So why is it that after playing football over the last few weeks my right hamstring feels like it has been grabbed from both ends and pulled from here to bloody Scotland?
To find a resolution to my problem, I did what any sensible minded individual who cares about their health and well being would do in this situation – consult an internet web forum.
The diagnosis: Rest until the pain goes and in future stretch before and after play - something which I haven’t been doing. I vaguely remember being told to do this during a P.E. at school, a lesson I didn’t pay much attention to, or even regularly attend. Most of the time I escaped and went to a friend’s house to play Super Mario Kart and Bomberman 2.
Also, talking to people I know who play football, they all seem to be carrying long term injuries and playing through them. Maybe that’s what I just have to do. Bite my bottom lip, try not to cry and play through the pain barrier. I’ll probably end up with chronic arthritis when I am 35 but at least I’ll have had a few good years of football.
My coach Mr. Goater seems to be the only person I know to play football and not get injured. I have no explanation as to why this is. Some people may argue that he is just incredibly fit and an experienced football player, I disagree. I think he is a Terminator style robot sent from another planet and under his skin lies hard titanium. Next time we play I think I will slide tackle him, breaking his skin and see if I can expose his metallic bones. I hope he is not reading this…
12th July 2006 - 21:04 BST
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London isn’t the only place that gets dangerous criminals. Little old Bath had a siege today, just a two minute walk from my house!
OK, it’s hardly Bin Laden’s buddies blowing themselves up and crashing planes but for a small city like Bath it's big news. I haven’t seen the residents this excited since they printed that paedophile's address in the paper.
Coming back from work I noticed a policeman directing lots of traffic close to my house. I thought it was a little odd but just put it down to further road works as we have had a lot of that lately. I continued down to the local shops, ignoring the heavy stream of traffic that was being diverted up the high street.
I was tempted to investigate but quite frankly, after my long day at work couldn’t be arsed. I’m kind of kicking myself now, as looking at the BBC website it sounds like I could have witnessed some exiting drama :o)
There will probably be nothing else of interest in Bath until 2026 when a 44 year old male blogger will threaten to torch himself and house following yet another season where Leeds United fail to reach promotion.
11th July 2006 - 21:38 BST
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Well The World Cup is over for another four years and I have totally forgotten about it. Well almost. Here are some clips of Zinedine Zidane's headbutt on Marco Materazzi.
These are quite large images, if you have broadband you should have no problem. If not, it’s your own fault and you should be on it by now.
Terry Tate, some fat, angry, American sorts Zidane out
A dive Ronaldo would be proud of
Should have gone to Specsavers
This one is so cool!
My best one from the whole lot. Reminds me of Street Fighter 2
I worry if I commented on this one Zinedine would find and headbutt me
11th July 2006 - 18:38 BST
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Fucking smoke alarms! OK, one day they may save me from being very badly burnt like Anakin Skywalker but last night they really pissed me off!
I went to bed early as I was tired due to not sleeping well the previous night. For some reason I often can never sleep after a weekend, let alone two weeks off work.
There I was, all tucked up in bed, lights out and nodding off when all of a suddenly I was awoken by “BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!“ the sound of a demonic alarm clock.
Dazed and confused I got up and wondered what the fuck had just happened. I was in that state of semi-consciousness where nothing really seems real.
What had made that terrible noise? My new mobile phone? My laptop? Remember, I wasn’t thinking straight! When I finally regained my senses I realised the only thing it could have been was the smoke alarm.
Now, if there had been smoke or a fire somewhere in the flat (all the alarms are networked), surely the alarm would have gone on for longer than five seconds? My initial thought was that the batteries in the smoke alarm were dying. I got a chair and attempted to reach the alarm to disable it. I couldn’t reach due to the fact that my ceilings are amazingly high. I either had to start growing or try and get Peter Crouch’s telephone number.
In the end, after fully waking up and thinking rationally I decided maybe it was just a glitch or somebody in the flat had burnt some toast or lit up a cigarette. I was too tired to even bother with it anymore so went to bed, praying that I wouldn’t be awoken to the sound of another alarm, or worse still the smell of burning flesh as flames lap at my ankles.
It is now the next day and I can say that there have been no more troubles from the smoke alarm and no fires in the flat. Somebody probably did burn toast or I am just going totally mad and dreamt the alarm went off, the latter being far more worrying.
10th July 2006 - 22:27 BST
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Italian players were not the only ones to win big last night. The final game of The World Cup secured enough points for me to win the IT Department Fantasy Football League.
It was a close league, but as the World Cup progressed, I climbed the league table and on Saturday night reached the summit before being crowned champion on Sunday.
I expect my prize money to be in the region of £50, which is certainly better than cutting your balls off with a rusty bread knife.
I think this speaks wonders for my football management skills. If Leeds United chairman Ken Bates actually wants his side promoted next season and to be playing in The Champions League shortly after, I am the best man for the job. Also, if Stevie McClaren doesn’t cut the mustard as England manager, I’m available and I won’t charge £5million a year like a dirty, perverted and incompetent Swede.
9th July 2006 - 21:34 BST
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I played my football rival today – Spratt. Off the field we are good friends. On the field we are sworn enemies and push, show and kick each other off the field. You think the rivalries between Leeds and Manchester United are bad. Think again. The rivalry between Spratt and I is even worse than the one between Rangers and Celtic.
Here are the pictures of the kick about that took place this afternoon. Thank God that no referee was there or we would both be serving season long bans.
I am the one in the Barca shirt after I signed for them for £30,000,000. Spratt is the other one.
You can tell I'm a Leeds fan... "Get down you c**t!"
Running for the ball while ringing Spratt's neck
The one time we didn't kick the shit out of each other
9th July 2006 - 15:51 BST
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Trawling through the archives of my hard drive I found something rather amusing (and a little disturbing). A folder full of sounds clips from GoldenEye sessions myself and friends Watkins, Hobart and White (or was it Simon?) played every Friday evening without fail. They must be nearly two years old.
Most of the clips are of Watkins, who, bless him, gets a little stressed and over excited during GoldenEye games. To be fair to him, I think GoldenEye is a very intense and nerve-racking game to play in multiplayer, especially in “Licence to Kill” mode. If you do a search for “GoldenEye” on the YouTube website you’ll see some equally bizarre behaviour from other people who probably are totally sane when not playing videogames.
Anyway, here is a zip archive of all the clips. I have also uploaded a mix I made some years ago featuring the sound bytes.
Some of the clips in the archive may sound like police sirens, screeching tyres and parrots, but I can assure you that they were all generated by a human being.
8th July 2006 - 16:06 BST
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Ewww! I was changing the bag in the kitchen bin this afternoon, pulled the full bag out and nearly vomited. There must have been 2 inches of bin juice in the base. Bin juice mixed with an old mushroom, meat and other things that I was unable to identify due to decomposition.
The only thing I can think that had happened was somebody had put a carton of milk in the bag, it had leaked, seeping through a hole in the bag and over the last seven sweltering days turned into a cesspit.
I had the unpleasant task of tipping the bin juice down the toilet and then, with my hands inside a clean binbag, picking out the solids stuck to the base. Not nice.
It was a horrible task that fucking stank. Imagine getting a bowl of vomit, ten dead rats, skunk diarrhoea, a pile of dog shit and some parmesan cheese, then leaving it out in the baking sun for 2 weeks and returning to it and taking a good, long sniff. That is what it was like. Fucking foul.
Still, it's not the worst bin I have ever seen. This was taken in my friend Dan's kitchen some years ago. In case you were wondering, that hairy stuff is not a wig, it is in fact mold.
8th July 2006 - 00:26 BST
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Many congratulations to my friend Mr. John Watkins. After a year without wheels he now has a new car. He can now come to Bath a lot more and leave afterwards, not having to sleep on an airbed on my floor.
We’ll also be able to make our trips to the cinema a lot more frequently. It’ll be like the good old days. Now all we need is for Dan to move back and for me to get my driving licence and a car to go with it.
Mr. Watkins brand new car. He is yet to chav it up with neon lights and "Boom Boom Speakers"
The first trip I took with Mr. Watkins and his new car was to The George pub. I know we have been there a lot lately but this time we didn’t have to get trains, buses and taxis driven by strange old men.
I went for a mascarpone dish that I have not tried before – very brave of me. I did have to ask for the parmesan cheese not to be used though (it is like dried vomit). The dish was very nice and makes a change from sausage & mash and “that chicken thing” I have had a few times.
Mr. Watkins at the bar getting excited about the prospect of ice cream
My meal was nice however it seemed to have an endless supply of peppers
A boat moored up outside The George. I would still quite like to live on one.
Prior to the pub I spent the afternoon in Victoria Park playing football with Simon. We asked some random group of people for a match and ended up playing a 5-a-side game.
I wasn’t that impressed with it. The players in both teams seemed to be working for themselves and not playing as a team and it showed. Missed chances, cringe worthy errors, players all over the place. I know I am a newbie to this footballing lark but even I knew something was wrong.
I did manage to score a goal which made me happy. Not bad for somebody who has only been playing for two weeks. Sean 1. Frank Lampard 0. :o)
The game disbanded as quickly as it was formed. Simon and I were happy to keep going but the other players wanted to drink, smoke and chase some drunk girls. That is why the national team is failing. No commitment from English players and too many distractions and of course, Sven.
The park was also taken over by masses of chav students. There were hundred of them, walking all over the pitch, standing in the goals and being total pricks when asked to move on. I was pleased to see PC Plod appear on the scene and tell the young pissheads to fuck off.
The Royal Victoria Park duckpond. Today without any ducks.
This pigeon wouldn't fly off when I approached. I was tempted to kill it and make a pie.
Part of the "team" I played with. I didn't want to get too close to take the photo. I think some of them were chavs.
7th July 2006 - 11:47 BST
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II have found what can only be described as the best mobile ringtone ever! I thought of the tune while playing around on my new Nokia 6280 and heard a message alert tone which reminded me of it.
The track was not designed as a ringtone, far from it. It works so well as one though.
I’m not going to tell you what it is, just download it and have a listen. It’s in MP3 format so you are going to need a fairly modern mobile to use it.
Even if you don’t have it as a ringtone, it is an excellent track from a brilliant soundtrack… I’ve said too much!
[Download it here]
7th July 2006 - 00:41 BST
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I left for town this afternoon, dressed to face the extreme weather conditions in my waterproof clothing – denim jacket and LUFC beanie hat. My mission, to find a mobile phone contract that will actually benefit my bank balance and no rape it.
After trips to various mobile retailers, including The Carphone Warehouse, The Link and Phones 4U (do the actions with your hands like on the TV ad) I eventually ended up where I started at The Orange Shop.
After going through all the rigmaroles of agreeing to a contract and signing my life away I left with a huge box where, somewhere inside was my new phone.
Upon investigation into the box given to me, I noticed they had included an additional box containing various promotional merchandise for Superman/Spiderman/He-Man – one of those characters. It’s probably linked to the release of an up and coming film. Not of any real interest to me.
I may watch the DVDs if I ever get bored. More than likely though they will just sit on the shelf with the other 508 titles I am yet to watch. Also in the box was a red cape and pair of underpants. Am I supposed to walk around the streets wearing only these?
Anyway, back to the phone. I decided to stick with Nokia as my manufacturer and went for the 6280 model. I tried a Samsung once and I didn’t like it. Like most Nokia phones this once is all singing, all dancing, full of games, ring tones, graphics, I think there is an option where it’ll cook you a baked potato but I am yet to find it. Oh, it also allows you to make telephone calls.
One of the best features of this handset is its camera. 2 mega pixel, almost as good as my digital camera! Now that I have this device, expect a lot more photos on this blog, sometimes from unsuspecting people :o)
One downside, and there always does seem to be one whenever I buy anything, my phone is yet to be activated. Therefore I cannot use it to call or text anybody or receive calls and messages. C’mon Orange! Sort it out! My number is 07816 9… :o)
Here are a few photos I took using the camera.
The view from my bedroom window.
This spider scared me greatly. I took this photo from a safe distance using the zoom facility.
6th July 2006 - 12:55 BST
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Wayne Rooney gets his revenge...
5th July 2006 - 23:57 BST
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Hahaha - well done France. The diving cheats are going home.
Obviously this chap never read The Boy Who Cried Wolf
"Are you gonna do the England job?"
"No"
"Fuck off wanker, you're doing it"
5th July 2006 - 16:48 BST
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Lazy days, calling to you…
Today I have done and accomplished absolutely nothing. This is mainly down to the bastard weather. Yesterday it was as hot as fuck, whereas today it is pissing like pregnant woman. It is still warm but today, due to fear of spider invasion, I cannot open my windows.
I was going to play football in the park this evening but it now looks like that as been called off due to a water logged pitch. Honestly, Steven Gerrard can’t have this problem. I will have to instruct my head coach, Mr. Simon Goater to find me a training pitch with a better drainage system than Victoria Park.
An English Summer
I have spent the majority of the afternoon talking to Dan on MSN. He rarely appears online so I had to savoir the moment. In fact it was Dan who insisted that I blog today, even though I have little material. Still, writing a boring blog is better than Dan coming back to Bath and suffocating me with a soggy sock.
We spent a large part of the MSN conversation reciting the Sexy Beast script from memory. Some people may be ashamed to know the whole transcript from start to finish. Not me and Dan. Sexy Beast to us is what Star Wars is to Sci-Fi geeks.
So, that’s it for this afternoon at least. I hope you are happy Dan.
4th July 2006 - 23:42 BST
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Another very hot day today. I braved the heat and went into town to buy some shorts to combat the extreme temperatures. Town was hell - busy, hot and sticky. I tried my very best to go in and out as soon as possible.
A photo of Bath City Centre
After my stressful shopping trip I decided to treat myself to a nice lunch so popped into the new “Sainsbury’s Local” store, for anybody who lives in Bath, it is where MVC used to be.
It’s quite strange inside. They haven’t modified the building work at all. I found myself looking down aisles of milk, yoghurts and cheese, where just the other month there were CDs and DVDs.
According to some old people I know, aged 30+ (yes, that is old) MVC used to be a nightclub. I don't remember that. Maybe my friend Mr. White, who likes a drink, went there while in junior school.
There was a massive storm this afternoon. Very little rain but lots of thunder and lightning, it felt like the sky was about to fall in. At one point there was a massive crack of thunder and flash of lightning which set all the surrounding car alarms off, quite scary really! I can rest assured though that all my expensive PC & HiFi equipment is kept safe with anti-surge plugs.
Really we could do with another storm tonight as the air is extremely muggy – not nice. Still, at least I am off work for the rest of the week. There’s nothing worse than sitting in a hot office, in front of a computer with the sun blazing in on you through a window.
Finally, well done to Italy. I have more or less lost all interest in The World Cup now that England are out but I did watch the game they played against Germany. A very exciting match, I hope the Italians go all the way and win the tournament. Mainly due to the fact they make such delicious food and have a beautiful country. When I win the lottery I would like to buy a villa there.
4th July 2006 - 01:05 BST
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It’s late, I am in bed, I should be sleeping but I can’t. It is so hot. Roasting. Boiling. Sweltering. It’s like a sauna, a furnace. You could fry an egg on my stomach.
I have a massive floor standing fan blasting air onto me while I lie, uncovered on top of the duvet but I still feel like am in an oven. The fan isn’t doing much though, just moving the warm air around.
One thing I haven’t done, maybe stupidly is open a window. This is mainly due to one reason - spiders. They see my bedroom as a nice place to live and I would hate to wake up and find a huge beast on my bed at 3am. I don’t want to have a heart attack aged 24.
To be honest, I don’t know how much difference having a window open would actually make. According to my weather station it is practically as hot outside as it is in and with no breeze to cool me down, opening the window seems pretty pointless.
The weather is supposed to get hotter again tomorrow and there are warnings about a possible heat wave. The BBC keep advising if anybody is suffering too much with the heat to call NHS Direct, the call centre staff must love that. Still, it’s better than Old Ethel ringing 999 to complain about her sweaty armpits.
I think I will end this late, late blog and bid you farewell. If you are reading this in Antarctica, freezing your toes off, consider yourself a lucky sod.
2nd July 2006 - 19:41 BST
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Dan has left. He has gone back to London, cutting his holiday short in order to satisfy his boss.
It was nice seeing you Dan, hopefully next time we meet it’ll be under better circumstances (i.e. not involving England).
He spent a long time this morning searching for a missing sock, one of the annoying things that everybody faces in life at one time or another. He never found his sock which upset him. It upset me more as I knew it was in my bedroom, lurking somewhere, waiting to be found…
We headed off to meet Simon for a game of football in the park. It was ridiculously hot so Dan sat out of it. Not because he is a pussy like Cristiano Ronaldo but because he had to catch a train and didn’t want to make the journey home as a hot, smelly bastard, dripping with sweat (well, no more than normal). Dan took photos of me and Simon playing. He will hopefully be sending me some which I can put up here.
After a refreshing drink in The Royal Hotel consisting of Coca Cola, Lemonade and Pimms (Simon’s choice), Dan got his train and Simon and I went on the hunt for food and somewhere cool to eat it.
We then went to JJB Sport as I wanted to buy some football trainers. Firstly to improve my game and secondly because I didn’t want to damage my new, expensive trainers I purchased last week.
It was then back to the park for another kick around. The weather was very hot and very humid and then, out of nowhere came huge thunderstorm. We got very wet and had to take shelter under a tree with many other sodden sunbathers and footy fans.
After yet more football, it was then time to go home and head our own separate ways. Once I got back and showered I realised that the muscle under my arse was aching. I have been informed that this is my hamstring and I should really stretch before playing.
In my time supporting Leeds, I have come across players pulling or tearing their hamstrings and being out for months. They have my every sympathy, I have probably just slightly strained it, but to cause any real damage must be hell.
After getting changed and tidying up Dan’s air mattress I found something foul. I nearly vomited.
1st July 2006 - 23:56 BST
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Some thoughts on England’s exit from The World Cup today…
1) Owen Hargreaves is highly underrated. I take back every bad thing I have ever said about him. He should play as a regular for England.
2) Frankie “Fat” Lampard is a massive c*nt. Every thing bad I have ever said about him still stands. He must be dropped.
3) It is impossible for England to win a World Cup penalty shootout. It has never happened and will never happen.
4) I hate Cristiano Ronaldo. I disliked him before today but he is now my most hated player ever. He is a cheat and played a major role in Wayne Rooney’s dismissal. He does not deserve to play football. I hope Wayne Rooney performs a lunging tackle on Ronaldo in training, breaking his leg and ending his career. Sorry so sound harsh but Ronaldo is a dirty, diving, cheat.
Still at least Sven will no longer be in charge of England again. I am sure every single fan will be looking forward to new manager Steve McClaren’s reign, after all he is a tactical genius.
Anyway, I watched the game with Dan, Simon and a friend of Dan’s (one of the ones that I never normally see) in the cinema. It was an interesting experience and watching the game on a massive screen in High Definition was superb, I have to get Sky HD myself!
I took this photo in the cinema. It's of the Portugal manager Scolari.
The pot-bellied Brailian was described hilariously by the commentator as "an expectant father"
Simon and I were very patriotic throughout the game, maybe a little too patriotic. Looking back on things we may have been shouting a lot louder than everybody else and also used a few choice four letter words beginning with ‘F’, ‘W’ and ‘C’. A little regrettable when we realised there were some young children sitting just a few seats away. According to Dan though, their mouths were as foul as ours.
After the football we went to the Portuguese restaurant Nandos. We did think of bringing a box of Molotov cocktails and bombing the place but thought it would be more gentlemen-like just to order some chicken, which as always was very nice.
We then decided to go back to my flat. There was a stupidly long debate into what means of transport would take us home. Half of us wanted to take a taxi, the other half the bus.
The bus lovers won and we joined the queue to get onto one. Dan, like a Portuguese tourist does not understand the meaning of a queue system and barged his way to the front. It was at this point Simon, Watkins and I had the excellent idea not to get on the bus. We let it drive off with Dan aboard all by himself. All in all an excellent and highly amusing practical joke.
Thirty minutes later we turned up at my flat to find Dan sitting outside looking dazed and confused. I am not sure whether he actually got the joke or not. He didn’t even seem angry, which is unusual for Dan. Maybe all his rage had been used up on Frank Lampard and the Argie referee.
With Dan, Watkins and Simon all round we thought it would be good to play GoldenEye. After all, it has been ages since “The Famous Four” had a game together. The four of us used to play at Dan’s old flat in weekly games over many years. We even ran a blog site GoldenEye blog. But this died along with Watkins’ webservers.
As always there was a great deal of madness involved today, mainly between Dan and Watkins who seems to become very stressed out with one another. Well, you can’t blame Dan for getting angry. During victorious moments Watkins tends to let out huge, girl like screams of gloat which are enough to enrage even the most placid of men.
Dan is a great punisher and had he lived in The Dark Ages would have been an excellent torturer in the London Dungeons. Today’s punishment for Mr. Watkins was to be force fed Dan’s smelly sock, a sock which had not been changed for over a week and contained over 20 litres of sweat.
I have a picture of the attack below. I can assure you that Watkins is not being arse raped, even though he is in considerable distress.
1st July 2006 - 14:44 BST
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I will shortly be leaving for town where I will meet Dan and Simon. We will then go to the cinema(!) to watch the quarter final of The World Cup between England and Portugal. COME ON ENGLAND!!!
I would like to take this opportunity to make a Queen like speech to the nation and England players. I doubt Frankie Lampard and Stevie G are fans of Sparkster.net, but you never know…
Today will be the biggest game of your lives,
Small kids idolise you,
Grown men want to be you,
Women want to be with you,
You have the potential to make millions of fans cry with joy or despair,
There are many problems throughout the world and in peoples own lives,
Watching you lets many of them escape from these problems for the 90 minutes you play,
You have the power to make people feel better about themselves and each other,
Nobody living today is able to do this on such a mass scale,
England are a unique national team,
They have a very special set of fans,
Each one has their own unique, strong opinions on the game but they all share one thing – belief
Belief that England will once again be World Champions,
Belief that David Beckham and the players will lift the trophy,
England are also a special team as they actually invented the beautiful game,
Its style of play may have been adapted by Brazilian and Mediterranean players but the heart and passion of the game is very much English,
England players may not perform fancy tricks with their legs or play glamorous football but they have grit and determination
Let’s show the world how it should be played properly.
Unite a nation.
Come on England
1st July 2006 - 00:28 BST
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I received a text from Dan this morning on my mobile phone this morning. He was asking, well telling me that he was coming with Simon to mine this afternoon to watch Sexy Beast.
For those not in the know Sexy Beast is an excellent UK gangster type film and not an illegal beastiality movie like it sounds.
It’s one of those films you never seem to get bored of and even though I would have preferred to be in the park, enjoying the sunshine and playing football I was content to be entertained by Ray Winstone and Sir Ben Kingsley.
After the film we turned over to ITV to watch the football – Argentina against Germany. A tricky game to both predict and pick a team you would like to win. Both are scum. Choosing the team to follow during the match is like choosing which form of capital punishment you would like to be executed by.
Gentlemen, you're all Kuntz
After the football Dan and Simon both left, Dan to meet some more of is old friends I have never seen and Simon to do whatever he normally does when he is not watching or playing football. Pimping?
I was left all by myself. I watched the Italy/Ukraine game, a very one sided match and a very good performance from the Italians. I seriously think the can win The World Cup and if England are not to become champions themselves, I hope it is them. The Italians make such delicious food.
Dan eventually came home to my Free B&B around 22.30, saving me from the clutches of Davina McCall and Big Brother. I have managed to steer myself clear from the reality TV show for the last week but was getting sucked back into it through shear boredom. Dan, thank you for saving me. You’re next task is to visit the visit the Big Brother house and blow it up.
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