Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah

One of the best songs ever. it is so beautiful.

respect Mr Buckley...RIP

cat stevens

I sat in the hospital car park at Christies waiting for my dad and this came on the radio.

Dedicated to my Dad

U2 singing Johnny Cash

Suzi Quatro

Posted the youtube link below.

She was the first woman i fancied, i was 9 :-)


Fabulous woman and still fit now.

Suzi Quatro - If You Can't Give Me Love (Rare!)

German Market

Now we have a German market in the centre of town, selling Frankfurter's, German beer and all sorts of other Germania.

I wondered what the good burghers of lets say Gelsenkirchen would think if an English market turned up in their main square.

Two dodgy lads selling carpet cleaning stuff for not £10, not £5, just £2 with a free curtain magnet thrown in. The stall selling counterfiet 60s music, a stall full of dodgy BHS seconds, the plastic trainer stall, the grocer shouting something unintelligible in a loud booming voice. An ice cream van, after all its only minus 3. The what a load of crap ornaments for 50p stall, manned or should that be womanned by upto 5 old ladies who just gossip all day and call everyone love.

The Germans would be confused.

Online games

Dont usually bother and get bored very quickly, but this is highly addictive and is driving me mad.


http://www.mousebreaker.com/games/pinchhitter2/play.php

Frank

This hard hitting article appeared in todays Sunday Times. It does not paint him in a good light at all.


http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/sport/football/premier_league/manchester_city/article3004757.ece

Ricky Hatton

Now i wish him well as he is a blue and a Manc, but the hype suuounding this brawl is ridiculous. In fact it has pissed me off so much i have turned my TV off, him and that Yank clown seem to be on very channel every five minutes acting like kids.

If they want to fight each oher to prove whatever they want to prove just get on with it in a car park in downtown Timbuktu or something, just fuck off from my TV screens.

Needless to say, I will not be watching the fight, I would rather watch Ronaldo in his undies leaping around like a frisky Salmon ..............and thats saying something folks.

this is the life

My sog of the week

Great voice

Beggaring belief

Im a member of a City forum called Bluemoon and over the years i have seen some quite extraordinary threads on there. Today it surpassed itself. There is a thread congratulating the King of Thailand on his birthday. I have refrained from replying and giving the members the benefits of my wisdom on the matter, but fuck me what do they think they are doing.

Then to even shock me more, the offical City website has a Happy Birthday to the King notice as well. Now i know our dodgy crook of an owner is Thai but this just makes us a laughing stock in my book, we are fast becoming everything we slagged the rags off for.

All this on the day one of the lads had it confirmed that there will be no kids xmas party at City this year.


Priorites for you.

Teddy Bears and trouble

Now i have some sympathy for the woman who named the teddy bear Mohammed, but surely she was not that stupid that she did not realise the offence it might have caused. Its not like she was a casual visitor or tourist, she worked there for pete's (not saying god as not to offend) sake and therefore she must have been aware of what offends.

Anyway silly woman, storm in a teacup really, glad she is home and safe.

My Malcolm Glazer impression

Scary aint it

Christmas is a coming

I have often wondered about Christmas, I like it per se, but wonder if we really need it in our lives.
It is a stressful time where people spend money they clearly dont have and it leads to that dark abyss that is January, god how i hate that month.
Maybe the Good Lord in is wisdom decided to punish us for our December avarice by inflicting January on us, penance and all that.
Back to Christmas, the Aussies have it right they have it in the middle of summer, now that makes sense to me, a holiday when its warm and you have a lovely warm month to follow., so it does not matter if you are skint, you can still get a tan.
Probably we suffer because we live on a small island in Northern Europe where the weather is miserable mostly and more than likely if we had Christmas day on June 25th it would snow, or there would be widespread flooding, or foot and mouth and probably all 3 with a dose of Chicken flu in the mix just to make sure we knew our place.

Yeah, lets enjoy December 25th .....

Corned Beef Hash

Surely one of the finest dishes ever made and so simple

Potato's
Carrot's
Onion
Corned Beef

cooked slowly in a rich gravy.

Served with crusty buttered bread.

And cunningly there is enough left for a large lunch tomorrow ...Hurrah!

Gordon Brown

He is making Tony Blair look an amazing PM, he lurches from one disaster to another without Blairs ability to make things seem not so bad. Mr Brown looked like a rabbit trapped in the headlights today, he was cumbersome and rumbled on in his monotone voice without ever convincing in the way Blair bcame a master at.

Well Mr Brown, you wanted the power, you and your gang pushed out the best PM of my lifetime and soon you will be in opposition, you willnot win an election.

My only advice to him would be, resign before the last scrap of credibility you have left has gone.

As a life long labour supporter i feel dirty writing this.

Why whenever i see this do i start to laugh

Penguins

How do they know who each other is, they all look the same


Reminds me of Newcastle fans

My Immortal chess game

How i loved this. The Queen sacrifice is just delicious



http://www.chess-mail.com/viewerpgn.php?psa=russkygb&psb=busdriver&datep=2007.11.22

Football

Giving up on it, its crap.
From know on im going to be fan of free styling ironing or something

You cant beat a pointy hat

Cold, Damp and Miserable

I hate this time of year , its dark early, the cold is setting in big time and the planes are taking off over our house so i cant see them.

Still soon be Christmas, a time I do enjoy, but then the depths of despair month follows, January should be banned its awful.

Classic comic timing.

Out with Mother in the car, 2 community support officers,1 man, 1 woman were directing traffic due to the lights being out.

The man walks up to the woman from behind just as she outstretches her right hand to signal traffic can go and she catches him plum on the jaw sending him reeling backwards.

Genius that the likes of Laurel and Hardy took years to master.

Children in Need

28 years old tonight, that means the first one was when i was 14.

I didnt think it was that old.

Should be fun anyway, im going to watch.

Shoplifting Seagull

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kqy9hxhUxK0


The sheer unabated nonchalence of the seagull is breathtaking to behold.

Will it ever be a Jail Bird

My latest Mel C find on the web, she just gets better and better.

*swooooooooooooooooooooooooooons*

Bridges no 1

Always had a fascination with bridges, this is the magnificent Runcorn bridge crossing the Manchester ship canal and the river Mersey.

I crossed it today, its amazing.

Im wierd me i tell ya

Respect to the veterans

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies
, Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!

' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son

Tutankhamun

Why put him on display, the kid died 3000 years ago, we should show some respect.

Saying that if they put me on display in 3000 years time everyone would think i had been really slim

Best thing I have read today

Three Little Words That Work!! (1) The three little words: "Hold On, Please..." Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking off (instead of hanging-up immediately) would make each telemarketing call so much more time-consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt. Then when you eventually hear BT's "beep-beep-beep" tone, you know it's time to go back and hang up your handset .... you have efficiently completed your task. These three little words could help eliminate telephone soliciting.

(2) Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end? This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. This technique is then used to determine the best time of day for a "real" salesperson to call back and get someone at home. What you can do after answering: If you notice there is no one there, is to immediately start hitting your # button on the phone, 6 or 7 times, as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine that dialled the call and it kicks your number out of their system. Gosh, what a shame not to have your name in their system any longer!!!


(3): When you get those "pre-approved" letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to 2nd mortgages and similar type junk, do not throw away the return envelope. Most of these come with postage-prepaid return envelopes, right? It costs them more than the regular postage "IF" and when they are returned. It costs them nothing if you throw them away! In that case, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it in these cool little, postage-prepaid return envelopes. Send an advert for your local chimney sweeper to American Express . they might need one! Send a pizza coupon to HSBC ... in case their canteen packs up. You get the idea. If you didn't get anything else that day, then just send them back their blank application form ... after all, it is their form! If you want to remain anonymous, just make sure your name isn't on anything you return. You can even send the envelope back empty if you want to just to keep them guessing! It still costs them, and it is their envelope after all ...you are just returning it!!!! The banks and credit card companies are currently getting a lot of their own junk back in the post, but hey ..... we need to OVERWHELM them, in order to stop them. Let's let them know what it's like to get lots of junk mail, and best of all they're paying for it ... Twice! Let's help keep Royal Mail busy. Since the Royal Mail are saying that e-mail is cutting into their business profits, let's help them so they will not need to increase postage costs again. You get the idea! If enough people follow these tips, it will work ---- maybe you'll get very little junk mail anymore.

It has been a long day for the lads, looks like im admiring the ceiling

Nearly 3 years since my dad died. I miss him, the cantankerous bugger

theres this man from the lakes
a northern country lad
he moved to the big city
that man he is my dad

he married his sweetheart barbara
lots of love they have
as a couple they were perfect
that man he is my dad

a friendly and a complex man
great qualities he had
quiet and unassuming
that man he is my dad

he worked hard,loved his job
even went when he was bad
a mechanic , he fixed things
that man he is my dad

as a man he could be stubborn
it used to drive me mad
but only cos he cared for me
that man he is my dad

he loved a game of snooker
he often came home sad
his mate vic had won again
that man he is my dad

but i know as i stand here
of one thing i am glad
ive known a very precious man
that man he is my dad

The best time to go shopping at Morrisons

Easy, wait until the rags are playing, any fella's in the store you know are blues or at least hate the rags and there is loads of single MILF's out shopping whilst hubby is at home.

And i would rather hunt for BOGOF's than watch the rags any day of the week

YEEEEEEEEEEEEE HA

Beat the inbreds and in the quarter final of the league cup

tough ask though

MCFC
Liverpool
Chelsea
Spurs
Arse
West Ham
Blackburn
Everton

.....the best 8 teams in the country obviously A home draw is a must

Needed this...what a BABE

Hospital Waiting Rooms

They used to be horrible anodyne places where people stared at the floor and spoke in hushed tones or read 5 year old copies of the Sunday Telegraph magazine.
How things change, took mum to Stepping Hill today for a check up (she is fine) and the waiting room had reclining chairs with footrests, there was a TV with a dvd/video player,and the nice nurse served everyone with tea and biscuits.
The 5 year old Sunday Telegraph mag was still there though

0-6

What a display by Chelsea (unfortunatly my nieces name) they were awesome.

Has the bubble burst, we can only wait and see, but Sven is a wily old manager, he will know occasionaly in football you get hammered what ever you do, it is one of the most endearing traits of the beautiful game.

Pest shields

How do they know what are pests?

Surely they might kill some of the good guys too. I think a strongly worded letter including the words Cunning and Smorgasboard is in order

Well it all goes wrong.

Football-England look fucked
Rugby- England got fucked
F1 - Hamilton fucked up

Thank fuck for Elano

Carrier bags

Im sure when we are all tucked up safely in our beds, the fuckers are shagging and having baby bags.

I have hundreds of them from shops I never go in.

Strange phenomenen

When I was a kid we had a chippy, Bob Brunt (hairy cunt) ran it and he was hairy.It opened on Friday tea time, and Friday and Saturday night,that was it. We also had a bakers that sold hot pies etc, that shut for dinner! Pubs were pubs that just old beer.
Nowadays in Cheadle there are 13 pubs selling food, there is a KFC, a Subway, 2 English chippys, 3 chinese chippys, an Indian, 3 kebab/pizza places, a Chinese rstaurant, an Indian restaurant, a Lebonese restaurant, 2 Italian restaurants, 7 sandwich shops, a Franch brasserie, a middle eastern brasserie, 2 bakers shops, even Boots sell butties and stuff.
So why the fuck is Morrisons always so busy.

England

I just dont get it, how can people not want there Country to win at any sport.I dont get this club v country thing, people moaning they dont see there club play because England are playing is just plain stupid, the club games arn't cancelled,the International's are allowed for in the fixtures just as they always have and for a club like City it should be viewed as a godsend as it allows tired limbs of those not called up to rest.
Basically im just fucked off England lost, I am english after all.

Liverpool

Top day, Liverpool is such an interesting city, first off we went to St Georges hall, near Lime Street, stunning building,went around the old court cells and then into the court room itself, brilliantly done by the scousers and then looked over the main hall which is just astounding. After that we visited the Anglican Cathedral, the largest Anglican Cathedral in the world,the scale of the place is overwhelming, but it is just beautifl to sit in the knave for a while and take it all in.
Finally we had a quick visit to albert dock, i love the ambience and bought a pirate cap.
On the way home we visited Goodison and then stopped at Anfield, i left my City scarf at the Hillsborough memorial. So sad, so understated but so moving.
Had a nice day, Liverpool is a fantastic City

What a weekend, sport sport and more sport.
England magnificent beating the French, in one of the most tense sporting occasions i have ever watched, England beating Estonia easily and england losing to Sri Lanka easily but winning a series there for the very first time ever.
I had the perfect couch potato weekend.

The cynic in me questions whether this is true anymore

Some people are born lucky, some people attain luck, some people have luck thrust upon them.
That's the story of Manchester City Supporters. Whether through our family connections, our birthplace, a chance encounter with the blues, or finding ourselves at a specific moment in time on the terraces of the now legendary Kippax, we are the lucky ones.
It's easy to follow glory. It's easy to pledge allegiance to money. But to follow City is to dare to dream the dream.
No other club in our country's illustrious footballing history has had more devoted and determined followers, and yet the rewards are often, superficially, non-existent. But at City we have something that neither money nor glory can ever conjure. We have PURE PASSION.
For those in the know. For those that have stood, or sat, side by side with fellow blues and experienced City first hand we would have it no other way.
It matters when we lose, but not as much as following City. It matters when we win, but not as much as loving City.
What doesn't matter is who comes and goes, For there is only one City; Manchester City.
And in the beautiful game, there is only truly one beautiful Club.
And, no matter who pulls on the shirt on any given day, no matter what the result, or what league or cup we're in there is a single truth:
City, the best team in the land and all the world.

The old Smash advert with the metal aliens

Just seen it again, first time for ages and it is still hilarious.
The laugh is infectious.
Bring it back so the kids of today can see how good TV used to be

Scammers

Got rung up the other day by a mobility scooter company and now they are on telly as being bad bastards
The nice lady on the end of the phone said they had my details through a health questionaire i had filled in 12 months ago and that they were aware i was in need of mobility help.
She then asked how much older than 60 i was, when i said minus 18, she went kind of silent, ,,,minus 18 sir she stuttered, yes im 42 you stupid bitch and i never filled in any survey so will you kindly fuck off please...was my pleasant reply.
The TV program on tonight shows how easy it is to take old peoples trust and rob them of there money.
These companies should be shut down, the owners arrested and all there assets used to provide free care for the elderly the horrile snidey greedy twats.

ANNOYED

I just spent 20 minutes composing todays blog entry and i lost my connection.


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH

In the Brown stuff

I must say there is something quite soothing about seeing him squirm. All that scheming behind Blair's back about when he sould call it day has come back to haunt him.

For a Blairite like me it is very comforting

Egg Chasing ........hahahahaha Aussies

I was forced to play Rugby Union at secondary school and I hated it, all I wanted to do was play Football. I took no interest and never got involved with the game. Nowadays I regret never having played it properly.

Rugby for me started in the 1991 World Cup, I was a student and watched loads of games with the landlord of my local and a few other rugby nuts, who talked me through the nuances of the game, the rules are complex, the tactics obscure, but it is a game i have come to love, sometimes for its sheer brutality, but more often than not for its heroic beauty.

Today was one of those magnificent moments in sport, an England team which has been ridiculed in the press and given no chance by any pundit anywhere were simply quite magnificent as they demolished the mighty aussies with a display long on heroics and passion. It was never pretty, but the pride of both teams shone out as they battled for every ball.

Well done England for a victory I will long remember, well done the Aussies for getting beat again, I do love beating the Aussies at anything.

Walkers Crisps

Even now some 15/20 years after Walkers Crisps came on the market I still cant get my head around there cheese and onion crisps being in a blue packet.

Blue is for salt and vinegar, dont they fucking get it!!!!

Rag Jealousy

For many years now I have been accused of being a bitter bitter blue and to be fair that is quite accurate, I am, I hate the fuckers with a passion, I set my alarm clock 5 minutes early every day so I can hate the fuckers for 5 minutes longer.

But as bitter as I am, I have always ben magnanimous too, if they deserve praise, I say so, if I think they have played well, I say so, if I rate one of there players I am not afraid to admit it.

Now take them and they way they react to us all of sudden being quite good, can they admit Elano looks world class, can they accept Sven is a quality manager, can they say we deserve to be third in the table, NO can they fuck, they hate it and its cutting them deep, lil ol citeh are taking some of there thunder and they are jealous.

So who are the real bitter's?

Welsh Wales

Had a drive out today accompanied by mother and my Aunt Jan (AJ) to the beautiful Lleyn peninsula. We stopped first in Abersoch and much to my delight the beach huts where in my youth i spent a lot of nights sleeping rough are still there. How wonderful to wake up in your sleeping bag and be able to run straight into the sea.

Abersoch is now ultra trendy, the clothes shops are top notch and there are trendy bars and eating houses, the St Tuds and The Vaynol are still there though, although The Whitehoue was sadly boarded up.

From there we went down the coast as my memory was jogged about a holiday i went on when i was about 6 years old to an old cottage down an old farmers track with my family and my aunt's. To my amazement I found it, the cottage had been done up and must be worth 250K at least now, my mum and aunt were thrilled and amazed i found it.

From there we went off via Hells Mouth (wonderful name) to Aberdaron and had lunch in a place built as a communal kitchen for pilgrims in 1300AD, i doubt they served Pannini's back then.

After lunch we headed up to the headland of Uchymynedd which offers stunning views of Bardley Island, the lighthouse was on too. From our high viewpoint i was sure the large things we spotted out to sea were Basking Sharks (i had my binos with me) feeding near the surface.

The only thing to ruin the day was the traffic on the way back, yep the Rags are at home

Micheal Palin.

Surely has the best job ever. Pole to pole etc where he gets to travel around the world and get paid for it, meeting different people, seeing some amazing places and experiencing so many different cultures and he always seems to end up pissed on the local lunatic juice.

Please can i be a Micheal Palin in my next life

Free DVDs/CDs with newspapers

Todays Observer has a Prince DVD with it, Prince i ask you. If i had actually gone to the shop to get my own paper this morning i would have bought something else. I feel embarrassed to have this DVD in my house, what if somebody sees it, my reputation will be in tatters.

Best go and frisbee it down the street, after dark of course just in case anybody sees it me and returns it.

Its all my fault i tell you

Funny how things turn out.

About 6 months ago i was mooching around one of them cheap bookshops, the ones that sell £1 dvd's, 99p novels and paint by numbers books when i stumbled across The Sven Goran Eriksson Classical Collection available for £1

It is a double CD with a booklet by Brian Granville on the World Cup and the music includes Elgar's Nimrod, Profokiev's Dance of the Knights, but the most under interesting is Svendsen's Under the Sky and Larssons God in Disguise.

Did my random purchase of this £1 CD have a bearing on Sven joining City.

The Land of The Free ...........if you are wealthy

A young black kid aged 12 dies of toothache yes toothache because his family did not have the money or the health insurance to get him treated, an abcess under his tooth spread to his brain and killed him.

The US senate overwhelmingly passes a bill to give more healthcare aid for poor families and Bush is going to veto it as it is against the principles of private healthcare.

How can a land be truly free when basic health requirements depend on ones income.

At times like this i just thank to high heaven we have the much maligned but free to all NHS.

The full English breakfast and e flirting

The internet is a suprising place with many nuances, for me one of the more surreal and enlightning is the wonderful world of MSN messenger.

Only this morning i recieved an e-mail from a friend who i have never met but hold dear to my heart asking me what were the staples of the traditional English and how is it prepared. Please bear in mind my friend is a fair dinkum Aussie lady who apparently looks suprisingly good in shorts.

On reciept of the mail, I quickly logged onto MSN and there was Mystee, hello's were exchanged and a long chat ensued which started about the English breakfast but quickly descended into a protracted bout of e flirting, apparently she would love to fiddle behind me as I cooked in my apron. Now im not one for the fiddle myself, i prefer the ukelele being a big George Formby fan but i digress, how quickly can a decent conversation reduce its self to base level on the mere mention of me in apron.

Now much is lost in translation between written English and written Aussie, sausages are snags, black pudding can only be found in the POM only sections of supermarkets (POM only sections yes) and I assume hotplates are the rings we have on our cooker's not actually plates cooked in the oven.

Now I was asked to provide a full menu and how we English go about our peculiar tradition of having a full English. So here goes for you Mystee my darling .....flirting on a blog already.

To serve 1 lavishly hungry extremely hungover Englishman you need


Ingredients

4 Cumberland sausages
2 Eggs (not for me im eggophobic)
4 large rashers Wiltshire smoked best bacon
1 Tin Heinz curried beans
4 Toast, preferably Warbies premium with butter
2 Fried bread
3 Hash browns
1 Large slice Black Pudding

Mushrooms and Tomato's are optional

1 Pint mug of tea

Condiments must include Daddies brown sauce, Pepper, Salt, Tomato sauce and for me the option of Tabasco to add to the Beans.

All this must be served upon the toast (not the tea obviously) on the largest plate available to man.

As the full English is usually a Sunday morning experience, the sport section of a quality newspaper is a welcome addition to the breakfast table.


Im hungry now.

New to all this and already my limitations are being exposed

So I would like to give Simon a heartfelt thanks for his help and advice this evening.


It does help to have friends in high places and the lake district is much higher up the map than Manchester.


Thank you my friend

Plane Spotting

Today I spent 3 1/2 hours at the Manchester Airport viewing park. I had a flask of tea, The Independent and my binoculars for company. When i was young i was a plane spotter, I live 3 miles from the airport directly under the flight path and all my mates were spotters. We used to spend many joyous days at the airport taking the registration numbers and noting the airline and type. As i grew older the hobby fell to oneside and i "grew" out of it.

Strangely now in my early 40s I am getting drawn back into this hobby, I no longer take the numbers, but there is something fascinating about those huge metal things. Which brings me onto the point of today. I am now a spotter of plane spotter's. I actually enjoy watching them go about thier business. Plane spotting is a very singular hobby, today I witnessed many men (no women) of all ages silently go about their hobby and came up the photokit of a true plane spotter.

He is on average around 50 years old, he will have a beard, his jacket will have plane badges on it, hats are de riguer and airline caps are considered high fashion, he will have a bag, in the bag will be binoculars, a notepad, a pen, a range of aviation reference material, a camera, a flask, crisps, sandwiches and it appears they all eat those high energy fibre bars. In the back pocket of his trousers will be an aviation scanner with an earpiece attached as they listen to the control tower.

An approaching plane brings out something almost balletic in the group. Almost in situ the binoculars raise up, the plane is followed to the ground, the binoculars fall, the notebook appears, the number is noted and as the plane turns they all bend for their cameras. Up they all come, the snaps are taken, the camera is returned to the bag and out comes an energy bar. At manchester this is repeated every few minutes.

Forget watching Antelopes roam the serengeti, get to your local aviation viewing park and watch this strange ritual. It can become hypnotic.

Sky sports soccer special

I have the option of listening to tonights City v Norwich game on the radio, but i prefer the daft blokeiness of sky sports soccer special. The ooos and aaahs in the background are tormenting.

It reminds me of my youth, listening to Piccadilly 1152 and half way through a song you would hear "its a goal" then just played out the song and you had to wait in nervous anticipation of who had scored.

Strange

I have thousands of posts on forums and i am never short of something to post, yet here i have been staring wildly at the screen with some sort of writers block.

Is it the thought that in this world of creating my own little piece of the internet that nobody will ever read what i write or am i addicted to the ego fuelled pursuit of being a high post forum wannabe who wants people to hang on my every word.

Maybe just maybe this question will one day be answered.

20/20 Cricket

Never really been a fan of the 50 over game, I have always been a Test Match addict, quite prepared for the rigours of watching a game that lasts 5 days and can often end as a draw.

However i have found the 20/20 thrilling, the setting in South Africa was superb, the razzmatazz brilliant, but more importantly for me, it was proper cricket, a real test of teams ability. As bumble (David Lloyd for uniniated) said, every ball is an event.

Could 20/20 crack the states?

the first attempt

All new to this, but inspired by a friend I have never met

Lets see where it goes