Harry the Bastard
Hope you all had a good festive period. I had a proportional and appropriate time. I like it that my parents moved to Scotland. At this point I would also like to express my staunch approval of roast spuds, roast parsnip, brussels sprouts, cauliflower and broccoli.
I am filled with much joy at the moment. I recently managed to get Rome Total Fuckin War going. Sweet as, though not as good as Medieval Total Fuckin War I fear, since the IA appears to have been dumbed down.
Speaking of dumbing down, I saw Alexander the Gay last week. Thought it was pap. It left out most of the details of the Persian campaign, which was planned and executed in superb fashion [in reality his old man probably laid most of the groundwork anyway]. Oliver Stone also failed to show that Greek mercenaries formed a huge part of Darius’ armies. We might be forgiven for thinking that Alexander’s enemies all looked like good ole Ab Dabs. And then we come to the love that cannot be named. I think Oliver wanted to show that the ancient Greeks did not necessarily have the same view as us with regard to relationships between men. Problem is the American audience can’t differentiate between such subtleties. You’re either straight or totally fuckin queer with not much else in between. Seems like the South boycotted the film en masse. Sorry Oliver, what did you expect? Dude, know your country!
Just a quick thought before we go. Harry the Bastard and the Nazi thing. Silly boy but a bit over-done by the media. The holos kaustos was truly awful but the uproar from the Jewish lobby was a bit predictable. Put it this way, the Russians lost way more people at the hands of the Nazis but they aren’t screaming bloody murder. Also, Stalin killed millions of Soviets in an equally brutal fashion and yet we don’t mind someone wearing the communist Hammer and Sickle. I don’t like the Nazis much though. They bombed our bloody chip shops.
Actually Harry the Bastard was the name given to one of Tony Popkid’s [Bus Station Loonies] crabs by Mark McCann. Originally it was simply called ‘Harry’ after the former Leeds Utd player Harry Kewyl but Mark added ‘the bastard’ later after Harry left Leeds to join Liverpool. It proved an apt name. Harry [the crab that is] used to climb up some weeds and swing in the middle of the tank and swipe with his pincers at passing fish. What a bastard!
I am filled with much joy at the moment. I recently managed to get Rome Total Fuckin War going. Sweet as, though not as good as Medieval Total Fuckin War I fear, since the IA appears to have been dumbed down.
Speaking of dumbing down, I saw Alexander the Gay last week. Thought it was pap. It left out most of the details of the Persian campaign, which was planned and executed in superb fashion [in reality his old man probably laid most of the groundwork anyway]. Oliver Stone also failed to show that Greek mercenaries formed a huge part of Darius’ armies. We might be forgiven for thinking that Alexander’s enemies all looked like good ole Ab Dabs. And then we come to the love that cannot be named. I think Oliver wanted to show that the ancient Greeks did not necessarily have the same view as us with regard to relationships between men. Problem is the American audience can’t differentiate between such subtleties. You’re either straight or totally fuckin queer with not much else in between. Seems like the South boycotted the film en masse. Sorry Oliver, what did you expect? Dude, know your country!
Just a quick thought before we go. Harry the Bastard and the Nazi thing. Silly boy but a bit over-done by the media. The holos kaustos was truly awful but the uproar from the Jewish lobby was a bit predictable. Put it this way, the Russians lost way more people at the hands of the Nazis but they aren’t screaming bloody murder. Also, Stalin killed millions of Soviets in an equally brutal fashion and yet we don’t mind someone wearing the communist Hammer and Sickle. I don’t like the Nazis much though. They bombed our bloody chip shops.
Actually Harry the Bastard was the name given to one of Tony Popkid’s [Bus Station Loonies] crabs by Mark McCann. Originally it was simply called ‘Harry’ after the former Leeds Utd player Harry Kewyl but Mark added ‘the bastard’ later after Harry left Leeds to join Liverpool. It proved an apt name. Harry [the crab that is] used to climb up some weeds and swing in the middle of the tank and swipe with his pincers at passing fish. What a bastard!