Global Premier League - greed killing passion

So the Premier League want some games played overseas. i wonder what the driving factor in all of this is? Could it be MONEY? LOTS OF MONEY. HUGE FILTHY STINKING POTS OF MONEY !

Other options to strengthen the brand globally will be up for discussion.

And there you have it.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/eng_prem/7436640.stm
Saturday afternoon football has for a long time been reduced to a means of lining Rupert Murdoch’s ugly fat pocket. Now we want to turn the damned thing in to a global brand. Isn’t it already? Isn’t the sport born out of the working classes a cash cow for the greedy? Why else am I watching 22 millionaires dancing around the Emirates/Old Trafford/Stamford Bridge/Anfield every weekend falling over themselves and starting pathetic little fights amongst themselves.

British football (Yes football. Not soccer.) has for a long time been the envy of world sport. Why? Because we the British public have a passion for it and are happy to spend a small fortune on our tickets every week to watch countless millionaires ponce it out for 90 minutes.

It won’t be long before crowds diminish to the point that clubs cannot sustain huge stadium costs and are forced to generate revenue elsewhere. How will they do that? Well, two choices. Firstly suck up to some billionaire investment monkey or find another way of extracting even more money from Joe Public through his now prefered medium, TV.

Greed amongst the “owners” of our national sport squeezes out the hardcore fan base through increased costs who are then forced indoors to watch a game on a television set either in isolation or within a pub scrum. Either way the communal aspect of spectator sport is being destroyed.

When will people learn that the future is in the hands of society. People. People who go to work and deserve rewards for lining your greedy fat fucking pockets. The same people that have always pumped ridiculous amounts of money in to your sport and are now rewarded with the prospect of overseas travel to see their beloved team play. Sure they don’t have to but you just know that they will? And who will? Why the wealthy of course. The middle classes. Those who earn just enough to squeeze and aeroplane ticket and overnight accomodation in Paris in to the monthly budget. And the factory packer down the road who’s been watching his club play for the last 40 years? What does he get? A rather nasty feeling of disappointment whilst the corporates seize every last ticket and go and slum it with the hoi polloi in Bangalore.

Be warned greedy, selfish, myopic, out of touch premier league tosspots. If you move ahead with this plan you will slowly but surely destroy what a huge portion of our working class society cling to. They will lose faith and stop paying at the gates. This won’t be a gradual drop off. It will be a sizeable drop off. Only when it hits your pockets will you take notice but by then it will be too late.

Road Tax hell for Gordon’s people

Whose side is Gordon Brown really on? Whatever happened to Socialism and the defense of the working class? Here’s yet another tax that will hit the poorest the hardest.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/7435575.stm

So if you drive a “more polluting” car the chances are it’s an older model. Even more probable is that you have one such car if you are on a lower wage. Yet another poke in the eye for the proletariat.

Who are these politicians kidding? There’s no such thing as a “global green issue”. It’s all futile. Dispensing with CO2 emissions will merely postbone the impending ice age by about 10 minutes.

Get wise and protect the very people that your party set out to support once upon a time. New Labour my arse. You’re all pathetic selfish right wing wankers.

Moyes wins Rooney book libel case

Everton manager David Moyes has accepted substantial libel damages over claims made in Wayne Rooney’s autobiography “My Story So Far”

Has he really? Wow. I wonder what that book is really like. Perhaps I should buy it! Gosh. Wayne Rooney must be a real headcase to have written that? Whatever that is.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/manchester/7433144.stm

Ian Monk, spokesman for Wayne Rooney, said that all the costs and damages were being paid by the publishers HarperCollins.

Which offset against the revenue generated by a high profile court case is obviously going to leave naff all in the pot.

Bollocks.

What a bunch of ignorant tosspots we the consumer really are. We after all are the only people to really lose in all of this.

Naomi Campbell is a pointless dog

There, said it. I’m not the only person thinking this I’m sure.

According to the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS), she has been charged with three counts of assaulting a constable, which carries a maximum sentence of six months in prison and a fine of up to £5,000.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7425563.stm

If that were me they’d make sure I served time and paid up. If this dog gets off I will personally hunt her down and whip the talentless shit mercilessly with a fucking fan belt.

Put her in jail, set up the cameras, throw away the key and then release the video footage of her getting buggered blue to the internet.

If Boy George ever appears in court again I will pretty much just cut and paste this entry.

Charlie Brookers continued brilliance

Not only does this guy write so well he perfectly reflects my own mood towards life and politics.
I could write several paragraphs on my disdain at the imminence of a default Tory government but as usual Brooker says it all, and better.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2008/may/26/gordonbrown.davidmiliband

For instance, I know in my bones that rightwing policies are wrong. Obviously wrong. They just are. It’s Selfishism, pure and simple. Nasty stuff. Consequently I don’t “get” Tories, never have and never will. We don’t gel. There’s something missing in their eyes and voices; they’re the same yet different; bodysnatchers running on alien software.

And there you have it. Somebody who feels the same as me and is in print. I can now relax and do a day’s work.

Avram Grant - doomed from the start

Chelsea’s footballing style hadn’t really changed since Mourinho was booted (it was still dull as hell to watch), yet Grant took the same team and tactics to the final of the Champions League.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/teams/c/chelsea/7418774.stm

Up in the Gods sat Mr Russia himself, Roman Abramovich. He was not a man who was going to lose gracefully. Where there’s money there’s implied God-like power and you just knew that within seconds of the final whistle in Moscow - if Chelsea had lost - Abramovich’s lethal barb-studded tail would swish around with enough force to not only sweep Grant out of the way but probably most of the first team. Including the diving cry baby prick from the Ivory Coast (and yes, I would still welcome him at Eastlands).

This is a firm indication of what can be expected in the top flight of the top flight from here on in. If you’re managing a club bankrolled by foreign investment you must win trophies and provide that all important return on investment. Second place is too embarrassing in the world of business. If you fail your sacked. It’s too much for the greedy foreign cunts that own the clubs to bare and their embarrassment must be appeased by you falling on your own sword. Who the hell would want that job?

The Championship is more fun. But it’s only a matter of time before that becomes Premier League 2. Money finds a way.

Eurovision nonsense - Just pull out

What’s the point of anyone other than the former Eastern Bloc entering this crap?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7418940.stm

I watched the UK entry last night and quietly said to myself, “that ought to do well.”
Of course in reality it was doomed despite being a pretty good tune. (By Eurovision standards where the general quality is awful)

Even Terry Wogan couldn’t bare to watch it all pan out.

Indeed, western European participants have to decide whether they want to take part from here on in because their prospects are poor.

He’s right. It’s got absolutely nothing to do with music any more. In recent years it’s had little to do with music but last night’s Russian domination proved that your song can still be god-awful shite and still win if you have enough arse-kissing neighbours to back you up with votes.

What a waste of time. Close the doors, pull out and send them all home.

Indiana Jones and the Fcuking Idiots

You have no future in Russia any more. Speaking plainly, it is better for you not to come here. You will be beaten and despised.

http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/film/article3994888.ece

Look what happens when you give the world a voice, a microphone and a stage. Within hours of the latest Indiana Jones movie opening the internet is rife with opinion. Much of it (in fact, all of it) is completely forgettable drivel spouted by spotty Vitamin D deficient kids but out of the crap I found this little gem.

It seems the communist party of St. Petersburg in Russia have seen red at the depiction of their former comrades in Spielberg’s latest blockbuster. In an attempt to control what their youth are exposed to they have long tried to gloss over the impact of the cold war and rebuild their nation since the nervous / almost nuclear years following the second world war. Then here comes an American to upset the apple cart.

It’s a movie of course. A story. Fiction. Whatever else you want to call it. But as far as the communists of St. Petersburg are concerned it’s ‘an insult to the Soviet and Russian people’ .

Poor Doctor Jones. He’s battled pretty much everything and won but now he faces a real life beating.

Two of the film’s stars, Harrison Ford and Cate Blanchett, were branded ‘Capitalist puppets’ by the party’s central committee.

Our moviegoers are teenagers who are unaware of what happened in 1957, said Sergei Malinkovich, the chief of the St Petersburg Communist Party chief. They will go to the cinema and will be sure that in 1957 we made trouble for the United States and almost started a nuclear war. It’s rubbish.

No more rubbish I’ll wager than the nonsense you are peddling here I suspect, Mr Malinkovich.

So is that where we’re at now? Can we not create stories for ourselves that set themselves within familiar backdrops of recent history for fear that we may offend people?

It got worse for Doctor Jones when Claire Smith, the head of the World Archaeological Congress waded in with her size 12 sandals.

In pursuit of fortune and glory Jones ignores international treaties, treats human remains as weapons and destroys archaeological sites in a bid to escape from potential entombment. Archaeologists are concerned with preserving the past, not making a profit from it, and sometimes Jones seems more finely tuned to the commercial value of an artefact than the information it can give us.

So there you have it. The internet is their stage, their computer is their microphone and they have exorcised their right to free speech. It seems we cannot turn without an objection. The backboneless gimps that control society and in some way shape or form the media will of course listen to this and in certain quarters we will continue to see the art of effective and entertaining story-telling watered down to nothing more than a politically correct pile of mumbo jumbo.

Life is serious folks. There is no escape because you will offend someone. Probably.

What we want vs What we vote for

People are sick of immigration. They are also sick of government hiking up the cost of fuel. Come to that the people of the UK are pretty sick of forking out a small fortune in Tax to the revenue every year.
People are sick to dead of youth crime and the increasing problems of underage drinking and violence. People are sick of reading about knife crime and kids being murdered on their doorstep.
People are sick to death of “Fat cats” and their overbloated bonuses whilst they themselves are forced to push a trolly around ASDA every week with less than a minimum wage to cover food costs. People are sick of MPs rattling on about the environment or healthy organic produce being the way forward when in reality it is purely a middle-class pursuit. Organic food costs twice as much as the “shite” stuff in many cases. Shite stuff that was perfectly fine when we was growing up! Step up the pissy Liberals fighting the fight for local producers and clueless immigrant workforces.
People are sick of having their rubbish collected once a fortnight and “jobsworth” bin men refusing to take a bin because its lid is a centimetre ajar.

People are sick of what society has become.

Society and community are at odds with one another.
We are all buying houses that resemble prison cells. Huge monstrosities with tiny windows and a balcony that isn’t really a balcony, more an iron railing to stop you falling to your death. Horrid “mews” buildings that are in reality terraced houses with paper-thin walls. We pay through the nose for such crap and line the pockets of the greedy developer who will demolish your social club or post office if it meant they could put 10 pocket sized “properties” on it.

Society has changed since the heyday of the Labour party and its traditionally Socialist stance. To that end Socialism is nothing more than an ideal. The Labour party shifts to the right leaving life-long Labour voters disillussioned. So where do they place their X come the local / general election? Right there in the Conservative box. Why? Simple. They’re not voting because they are typical Labour lefties of old or because the issues that directly affect them are addressed by any particular party or candidate. They’re voting because UK politics is a two horse race. If you don’t want to vote for Labour you vote for the party that will stand the greater chance of opposition. Right now and for the forceable future that just happens to be the Tory party.

So what we want out of life, i.e. our immediate issues, are not met by the Labour party so we vote for the Tory party which stands for something completely different altogether.

Brainless fucking electorate brainwashed by an equally brainless media all out to grab the last penny from your pocket without a care for the consequences or any interest in putting some of their wealth back in to society. Society crumbles and the rich get richer. Rich of course = power. Power = all manner of evil.

At some point everything will disappear in to an ideal and greed will win the day.
At some point you might as well just not bother at all.

Pieta - Waking the Dead

I doubt there are many works or images as powerful as the Pieta. Michelangelo’s incredible sculpture depicting the Virgin mother holding her dead son in her arms always fills me with intense emotion. I have my reasons.

Last night BBC1 played out the final episode of its incredible Waking the Dead series. A show that Trevor Eve and Sue Johnston simply shine in. In its first incarnation it felt horribly over-acted but over the years it has become something very very special. I adore Sue Johnston’s role. She has incredible control as an actress that perfectly compliments Eve’s rather more maverick style.

Between them last night they had to piece together a case that centred on the atrocities of the Bosnia/Serbia conflicts of the 1990’s. A mother is separated from her son following a roadside ambush and forced in to a place where she knows that she will not see her son alive again unless she goes after him. By the time she finds him he is already dead. Shot dead and dumped in a grave dug out by his friends. Horrific to say the least.

She climbs down in to the shallow grave and cradles her dead son. The scene is intense. Very intense. It beautifully caps off what has been a thoroughly dramatic series. That vision, of a mother grieving for her dead child cannot easily be put in to words. There is no bond quite like that between a mother and child. To see a woman so distraught like this can only make you wonder just what the hell went on over there 10 years or more ago. Such hatred amongst the people that they can kill children in such cold blood.

For its intense dramatisation I do hope that this show receives many many awards.

This is what I call ‘proper’ TV.
There’s no fake chested slags and washed up singers detailing their ‘run in with the papparazzi’ here. This is TV as it should be. Dramatic, thought provoking and thoroughly watchable.