Yep that’s right, come near my house and you’ll get Shn0wBalled. Eric is on guard!
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The lesson here is not to let your house mates build snowmen in the dark, good effort hey? Eric lasted 3 days, until he got his head chopped off… we needed to get cars on the drive again.
The real shame is that he couldn’t defend himself from the dog that pissed on him…
I like Charity and I like the challenge of fundraising. What I don’t like is having no control over where my hard earned cash goes. This means I like the new Cancer Research fundraising fest that is Shine. You have the control, you choose which part of the Charity the money goes towards and fight a specific type of Cancer. Nice touch.
What is shine? A walk of only 13 miles or if you’re a real man 26 miles through Manchester in the middle of the night. Sounds like fun, who’s Sofa can I crash on?
To help spread the word of Shine, the challenge is to answer the following question: “What will make you shine in 2010 #shine2010?” Making sure that everything is hashtagged #shine2010.
That explains my tweet yesterday yes?
This morning had to walk down to St Clements to get the bus instead of driving out to Thornhill. Quinto decided to take us the ‘cut through route’. Decide for yuorself:
My route:
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Quinto’s shortcut route:
It only added just short of half a mile… good result.
You’ll know from my constant whinging on Twitter that I’ve been commuting to London recently for work. Today is a new low, terrible weather conditions and heading in. I just tweeted that there were 5 reasons not to go in, and only 1 advocating the idea of going in. So here goes:
Bad Reasons
1) Ice and abandoned cars on M40.
2) Severe delays and a reduced service on buses according to Ox Tube.
3) Radio advising to only make journeys which are vital.
4) It took 5 hours to get home yesterday.
5) I can do almost all my work remotely.
Good Reasons
1) There is one thing I need to do work wise today which requires me being in London, however if this place remains closed (as it was yesterday) this will negate the whole concept.
Ok so I don’t think I’m very original here, but if I hadn’t seen it yet there is a semi decent chance some of you haven’t either. So I thought I’d share…
I don’t know the origins of this, and I can’t be bothered to look them up right now. But isn’t it funny? If I saw that drive past me I would want a picture of it. In the same way I wanted a picture of the Hummer I walked past earlier that had learner plates on it. Seriously, who learns in a f**king Hummer?
(disclaimer: not a real image)
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I’ve been meaning to finish off these posts and get them up ever since I got back from Spain, it really is time to do so. Over the next few days you will see, hopefully, lots of them going up.
After waking up bright and early, OK stop there, what a lie. Our flight in was delayed which meant we didn’t get into Madrid until very late, and then had a number of hour drive to Valladolid. Luckily Nicko didn’t fall asleep… unluckily Vicko did meaning Nicko had no clue where to go. Funny scenes as you veer across lanes and slip roads. We survived, and got back in time for a beer, but there is always time for a beer, even when its 3.30am.
The plan for the day was to check out a bit of the city, grab some Tapas and head to the pub for some rugby. Sounds like a good plan to me, especially when we added in the siesta and Mexican we were going to have for dinner.
I will talk more about Valladolid tomorrow, as by then we will have had a much more in depth look around the place and actually taken some pictures. For today, I only captured one thing and that’s the Bullring. Unsurprisingly, that’s where they do the Spanish tradition of Bull Fighting. A totally pointless, ridiculous activity (not even going to classify it as a sport), saying that though if there had been any on whilst I was there I would have liked to go. Cultural experience and all that.
Pub was good, rugby was bad, we played like tools but still won. Joining us in the pub were a couple of Nicko’s mates, an Irish guy (and his visiting parents) and a Welsh guy. Good laugh. But it was very quickly siesta time. Siesta time confuses the body clock a bit, meaning that dinner isn’t really dinner, much more of supper. In Spain it is customary to not go out for food until 9 or 10 oclock.
I’ve no idea on the details of the Mexican place we went to, maybe Nicko or Vicko will fill some of those into the comments section below, but the one thing to say is that it is important to like cheese. Nachos as a starter consisted of a massive bowl of melted cheese with some tortillas sticking in it. It was nice, the Jalapenos were a hell of a lot tastier than the ones we get over here. Main course was enchiladas, guess what, lots of cheese. Not as much as Vicko got though, described as a blanket because you could fold it back. Slightly strange and it got very sickly quite quickly. Picture time, look at the boys looking all happy…
With some heavy cheese sweats / cramps going on we heading to another bar for a quick couple then retired home. Day done… How did everyone get on with Day 1’s quiz?
Last week I was asked to write a piece on the Henry handball incident, here is what I came up with…
Most people with a passion for football or sport in general will have heard about the debacle that was the Republic of Ireland’s exit from the World Cup a couple of weeks ago. If you’re Irish I suspect you think this is the biggest injustice ever, if you are French you will probably be thinking this a massive overreaction and entirely inconsequential and the rest of you just won’t really care. Of course, you could be Roy Keane (who I hope is reading this) and be Irish and not give a damn, in fact I think his exact words were ‘get over it’.
Let me run you through what happened as a recap… after being awarded a dubious penalty against Georgia Ireland made it through to the World Cup qualifying playoffs, and were drawn to play France. I say ‘drawn’ but thanks to the genius (ludicrous) ranking system it hardly counted as a draw, more accurately FIFA trying to pick who they want in the World Cup. The first leg at Croke Park finished 0-1, with Ireland squandering a number of decent chances. The second leg saw Ireland equalise and take the tie to extra time, once again having squandered a number of decent chances. In the dying minutes of the 2nd half of extra time a cross found its way to the back post where Thierry Henry controlled it, intentionally, with his hand twice and squared the ball to Gallas who shouldered it in.
Now, there are a number of angles this article could go down, talking about how this is not the first time Henry has cheated to get ahead, how this is not the first controversy to surround the French national team, or how everyone who has ever played for Arsenal ends up being a cheat. But no, instead I want to talk a little about the Irish’s ridiculous claims for a rematch and now even asking to be the 33rd team in the tournament. Straight away, though it pains me to do so, I have to reiterate what Roy Keane said ‘Get Over It’. You do not have precedence for this, the stated Bahrain case is totally different, where the ref didn’t know the laws for encroachment on a penalty. Similar I guess to the LFC vs. SFC beach ball incident, where once again the ref didn’t know the rule. I cannot back this up with evidence, but I am pretty sure that Mr. M Hansson knows the handball rules (not to be mistaken for the rules of the separate sport ‘Handball‘), and just did not see an infringement, the same goes for the assistant. The ball travelled a long way through a very crowded area.
Just imagine if FIFA decided that the best plan was to replay the game, what a terrible state football would then be in, and worse how it would look going forward. A season would never finish, we would be stuck in a time warp of footballing hell, every single week Alex Ferguson and David Moyes would demand their matches replayed because of minor errors by the officials. Finger pointing and accusations of ‘you didn’t give us that penalty, replay!’, ‘he was onside when given off, he was through and would have certainly scored, replay!’, ‘you can clearly see his foot over the line, therefore a foul throw, replay!’. Then in the replay, do both teams have to field exactly the same team? If I was a manager with injury worries for a big game I would make sure that the game was replayed later on when more of my players were fit, something which would be benefiting LFC this season.
There has to be a line which can be drawn under incidents, I am all for getting the right decision all the time but it cannot have a too bigger impact on the great game. The idea of Ireland being the 33rd team in the World Cup is also totally open to abuse, as Sepp Blatter states, there are other teams making claims, namely Costa Rica. I suspect Croatia are probably making a claim too after our clearly unfair destruction of them, twice.
If you haven’t seen the Roy Keane interview you have got to check it out on YouTube, the whole thing is a highlight but make sure you pay close attention when the journo’s phone rings.
I get off the bus at Marble Arch and have to walk to Piccadilly Circus, Google original told me this route:
Which basically entails walking a long way down Oxford Street, which is never a nice road to walk along due to the sheer volume of people.
Now Google has decided to offer up this route:
Which is actually quite a tempting route, in my infinite wisdom, on the first day I found a route for myself:
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I got a little annoyed on the bus home last night, so wrote some letters… I wonder if I should send them?
Dear Oxford Tube,
Please stop claiming all of your buses have WiFi when quite clearly they don’t. If it doesn’t work it doesn’t count!
Regards
Dear Oxford Tube,
Please stop claiming all of your buses have power sockets when quite clearly they don’t. If they don’t work it doesn’t count!
Regards
Dear ASA,
Please see the attached 2 letters to Oxford Tube, detailing inadequacies in their service advertisement.
Regards
Disclaimer, this was posted from an Oxford Tube bus who’s WiFi worked for about 30 seconds at a time.
Once upon a time I was on a plane, and I thought it would be a good idea to have a G&T…
Yep, that’s a sachet of Gin… yummy… not!
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