3 day hooray...
So, I had Friday off, what with it being my Dad's birthday..and his 60th at that. Felt sort of weird, but it was nice...we took my Nan out and went to a pub/restaurant and had some dinner which was very nice. I'm always happy when I'm being fed! Turkey and ham pie with sumptious gravy. I bought him a digital radio and a DVD of the 1961 FA Cup Final, Spurs v Leicester. We watched that today. My, my how football has changed. The ball so heavy you can almost hear a clunk when they hit it, no rolling around in agony on the floor, perhaps a bit of diving..probably about one foul through the whole match! No swearing, no long balls, passbacks where the goalie can pick the ball up (last seen circa 1990), no close ups, no replays, less offsides. It was a peculiar experience. Not a great game but fun all the same. I think I might invest in the 1971 Cup Final now, so I can amaze at the fact that I have met Charlie George, albeit when he had considerably less hair! "Thankyou sir, you are a legend." (That's what I said to him hehe!) Perhaps the 1998 one too. Overmars. And how about 2005, when we all wet ourselves laughing at the end: "Arsenal were shit! And they won!"
Anyway..digital radios are v nice, kindly displaying a now playing sign so you know what track is on, which is just very nifty indeed. I think he was pleased in general, my Mum bought him clothes in M&S, my Nan gave him money.
Yesterday didn't do very much, grabbed some ER clips..will post my thoughts tomorrow probably need to watch again, then watxched The X Factor.
I'm having a love-hate relationship with The X Factor at the moment. Firstly, last night was Rod Stewart songs, who I'm not particularly fond of (save for Maggie May, Da Ya Think I'm Sexy, Sailing and that zany Waltzing Matilda re-do). Secondly because I just feel frustrated that there are artists out there already who have slogged for recoginition. Whenever I see that Ashley and his big hair, I think of the great Nate James, who really should be a household name, exceptional voice. I remember back in the days of Pop Idol with Gareth Gates he sang "Whenever You Call" with some female contestant. And I almost wept with frustration because I knew more people in the country knew who Gareth Gates was than the incredible Brian McKnight. Dionne and the MacDonald Bros become household names..while few people have heard of John Mayer or Rob Thomas. Don't get me wrong, Will Young was the first product of Pop Idol and I love him, he has that rare talent to make a song his own..just listening to him singing Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls or totally reworking Outkast's Hey Ya were prime examples, but his own songs, like Leave Right Now, have established his own catalogue. Kelly Clarkson is a very good talent too. There are new artists like James Morrison (whose new album is a joy) who do prove that you can get to the big time without reality TV. And where is the vastly overrated, dirge-producing Shane Ward now? (Who gives a toss anyhow?)
Alas, I shall be tuning in next week. Because there are some good uns on it. (Leona (but, please, please, please stop with the Mariah ad-libs..you even did I'll Be There in exactly the same way) and Robert I like immensely, he seems very genuine). Such a beautiful, beautiful irony last night that when 4Sure got booted off (who were so nice acapella) that they played End of the Road by Boyz II Men. Because Louis Walsh can scrabble around for a vocal harmony group for the rest of his life, but nobody will ever, ever be as good as Boyz II Men, end of.
Here ends the X Factor rant.
Ick work tomorrow and migraine has been slowly intensifying all weekend. Shit. Off to watch the goals. I'd just like to add that I love my football team. While last week Chelsea scrabbled a pissy, annoying own-goal victory over Reading last week, my boys beat them 4-0 today, and even the Reading fans stayed in the ground to keep watching. So, although Chelsea may have the money to make them look like Prada, they're just a Skoda on the inside. Whereas we spend considerably less and we tick over like a Ferrari. We're after you. Your rustbucket will soon have a puncture.
OK, enough metaphor and simlile for tonight, I really should not have watched that thing about Wuthering Heights earlier.
Nighty night!
Anyway..digital radios are v nice, kindly displaying a now playing sign so you know what track is on, which is just very nifty indeed. I think he was pleased in general, my Mum bought him clothes in M&S, my Nan gave him money.
Yesterday didn't do very much, grabbed some ER clips..will post my thoughts tomorrow probably need to watch again, then watxched The X Factor.
I'm having a love-hate relationship with The X Factor at the moment. Firstly, last night was Rod Stewart songs, who I'm not particularly fond of (save for Maggie May, Da Ya Think I'm Sexy, Sailing and that zany Waltzing Matilda re-do). Secondly because I just feel frustrated that there are artists out there already who have slogged for recoginition. Whenever I see that Ashley and his big hair, I think of the great Nate James, who really should be a household name, exceptional voice. I remember back in the days of Pop Idol with Gareth Gates he sang "Whenever You Call" with some female contestant. And I almost wept with frustration because I knew more people in the country knew who Gareth Gates was than the incredible Brian McKnight. Dionne and the MacDonald Bros become household names..while few people have heard of John Mayer or Rob Thomas. Don't get me wrong, Will Young was the first product of Pop Idol and I love him, he has that rare talent to make a song his own..just listening to him singing Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls or totally reworking Outkast's Hey Ya were prime examples, but his own songs, like Leave Right Now, have established his own catalogue. Kelly Clarkson is a very good talent too. There are new artists like James Morrison (whose new album is a joy) who do prove that you can get to the big time without reality TV. And where is the vastly overrated, dirge-producing Shane Ward now? (Who gives a toss anyhow?)
Alas, I shall be tuning in next week. Because there are some good uns on it. (Leona (but, please, please, please stop with the Mariah ad-libs..you even did I'll Be There in exactly the same way) and Robert I like immensely, he seems very genuine). Such a beautiful, beautiful irony last night that when 4Sure got booted off (who were so nice acapella) that they played End of the Road by Boyz II Men. Because Louis Walsh can scrabble around for a vocal harmony group for the rest of his life, but nobody will ever, ever be as good as Boyz II Men, end of.
Here ends the X Factor rant.
Ick work tomorrow and migraine has been slowly intensifying all weekend. Shit. Off to watch the goals. I'd just like to add that I love my football team. While last week Chelsea scrabbled a pissy, annoying own-goal victory over Reading last week, my boys beat them 4-0 today, and even the Reading fans stayed in the ground to keep watching. So, although Chelsea may have the money to make them look like Prada, they're just a Skoda on the inside. Whereas we spend considerably less and we tick over like a Ferrari. We're after you. Your rustbucket will soon have a puncture.
OK, enough metaphor and simlile for tonight, I really should not have watched that thing about Wuthering Heights earlier.
Nighty night!