Brian Moore
What a prick. Worth Scotland taking the wooden spoon just to see him and the England team off. Conversely, apologies to all decent Irish people, we did the best we could.
18 March 2007
04 March 2007
BBC News 24
It's a Sunday and I'm on duty. Therefore, most of my time is spent signing logs and planning lessons etc for the next week. I happened across BBC News 24 on my laptop after buying this absolutely brilliant bit of kit.
It was live coverage of the Liberal Democrat spring conference. Sir Menzies Campbell and his audience look like the annual outing of Eastwood Bowling Club. 250 Ginger Beers and lime please.
However, it's not the mean age that worries me. Sir Campbell has the charisma and leadership qualities of a post-it note. I don't know exactly what age he is (actually he's 66) , how many presentations, speeches and public addresses he has made, but HE IS PISH. He has absolutely no authority in his voice, has difficulty reading the auto cues (which are fed reams of useless wank-words by highly paid Cambridge alumni) and the mandatory audience "participation" clapping seems to come in the form of a dribble.
Fair enough, Sir, I'll give you the fact you have come out with a good idea of abolishing NI for the poorest wage earners and hoping the single-mum-£35k-a-year-for-being-a-slag-and-having-5-kids will actually go out and get a job.
There was one thing which worried me slightly, however. "We will never attack Iran," he said. Big man, I don't care how green and flowery you want your party to be, but that is one thing that you should never, ever, ever, ever rule out. Your stance on Trident has actually taken some decent thought - who knows - it could even be a good idea.
For all the Guardian-reading lesbians out there who moan about "The firepower in one submarine could kill 85,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.9 people - ban them all now!" Now, rugmunchers, do you honestly think that we would send every single of our missiles all over the world at the same time to kill everyone?
And before you say, "That's not the point!", well.....yes it is, so shut up.
And before you say, "They are too expensive," for what, exactly? The amount of funds we gain from Trident far outweigh the cost and put us a in a privileged position at the big round table.
And before you say anything else, please, please, please be quiet. Forever.
P.S. I predict people getting bored of bebo by 2008, apart from Millar who will continue stalking until she is 50.
It was live coverage of the Liberal Democrat spring conference. Sir Menzies Campbell and his audience look like the annual outing of Eastwood Bowling Club. 250 Ginger Beers and lime please.
However, it's not the mean age that worries me. Sir Campbell has the charisma and leadership qualities of a post-it note. I don't know exactly what age he is (actually he's 66) , how many presentations, speeches and public addresses he has made, but HE IS PISH. He has absolutely no authority in his voice, has difficulty reading the auto cues (which are fed reams of useless wank-words by highly paid Cambridge alumni) and the mandatory audience "participation" clapping seems to come in the form of a dribble.
Fair enough, Sir, I'll give you the fact you have come out with a good idea of abolishing NI for the poorest wage earners and hoping the single-mum-£35k-a-year-for-being-a-slag-and-having-5-kids will actually go out and get a job.
There was one thing which worried me slightly, however. "We will never attack Iran," he said. Big man, I don't care how green and flowery you want your party to be, but that is one thing that you should never, ever, ever, ever rule out. Your stance on Trident has actually taken some decent thought - who knows - it could even be a good idea.
For all the Guardian-reading lesbians out there who moan about "The firepower in one submarine could kill 85,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.9 people - ban them all now!" Now, rugmunchers, do you honestly think that we would send every single of our missiles all over the world at the same time to kill everyone?
And before you say, "That's not the point!", well.....yes it is, so shut up.
And before you say, "They are too expensive," for what, exactly? The amount of funds we gain from Trident far outweigh the cost and put us a in a privileged position at the big round table.
And before you say anything else, please, please, please be quiet. Forever.
P.S. I predict people getting bored of bebo by 2008, apart from Millar who will continue stalking until she is 50.
04 February 2007
People in England rugby shirts....
I have noticed something this weekend while in London.
Give a man a Scottish rugby top and a kilt, he is instantly transformed into a legend. People say hello, he responds in kind, possibly even buying his new friend a pint and having a chat about the upcoming game at Twickenham.
Now, take the same guy, change his nationality, give him an English rugby top and a ridiculous English accent to go along with his overwhelmingly loud and obnoxious voice. Instantly he knows his rugby rules better than anyone in the world whilst at the same time becoming a total arsehole.
Me: "Alright mate, how's it goin' - looking forward to the game".....etc
-insert short conversation whilst avoiding his spittle-
Me: "Anyway boss, I'm away to stand over there - good luck today"
Him: "I don't think we'll need it. Thanks."
Instant tosser.
I'd like to congratulate England on being totally dependable upon one person who has finally enabled them to beat a pitifully poor team. I attach this picture for the television referee. Sir, notice how the attacking player's right foot is touching the ground outside of the white line before the ball has been grounded. That usually indicates that the player shall be deemed to be 'out of play', resulting in a lineout. Thank god you didn't have a range of camera angles to watch frame by frame so that you wouldn't bugger that decision up!
Rant over. We were soundly beaten. By one man. Who had to cheat.
On a lighter note, I am currently on a course in RAF HALTON, a beautiful establishment near London. I thought I would attach an image of where I have lunch most days...
I have also spent a couple of days on an "effective listening" course at Amport House, below, where some very convincing actors came and talked to me and told me they were wanting to commit suicide and were pregnant.
It was about that time when they started sobbing then crying before unleashing a tidal wave of emotions to go with the buckets of tears. All part of the learning process, I was told, before the next guy came in and told me his mum had just died. It was fairly tough but I got through it the only way I know how:
14 pints of Guinness please.
Mick.
Give a man a Scottish rugby top and a kilt, he is instantly transformed into a legend. People say hello, he responds in kind, possibly even buying his new friend a pint and having a chat about the upcoming game at Twickenham.
Now, take the same guy, change his nationality, give him an English rugby top and a ridiculous English accent to go along with his overwhelmingly loud and obnoxious voice. Instantly he knows his rugby rules better than anyone in the world whilst at the same time becoming a total arsehole.
Me: "Alright mate, how's it goin' - looking forward to the game".....etc
Me: "Anyway boss, I'm away to stand over there - good luck today"
Him: "I don't think we'll need it. Thanks."
Instant tosser.
I'd like to congratulate England on being totally dependable upon one person who has finally enabled them to beat a pitifully poor team. I attach this picture for the television referee. Sir, notice how the attacking player's right foot is touching the ground outside of the white line before the ball has been grounded. That usually indicates that the player shall be deemed to be 'out of play', resulting in a lineout. Thank god you didn't have a range of camera angles to watch frame by frame so that you wouldn't bugger that decision up!
Rant over. We were soundly beaten. By one man. Who had to cheat.
On a lighter note, I am currently on a course in RAF HALTON, a beautiful establishment near London. I thought I would attach an image of where I have lunch most days...
I have also spent a couple of days on an "effective listening" course at Amport House, below, where some very convincing actors came and talked to me and told me they were wanting to commit suicide and were pregnant.
It was about that time when they started sobbing then crying before unleashing a tidal wave of emotions to go with the buckets of tears. All part of the learning process, I was told, before the next guy came in and told me his mum had just died. It was fairly tough but I got through it the only way I know how:
14 pints of Guinness please.
Mick.
16 January 2007
Why?
I have absolutely no idea why I have started another blog. It'll never be as good as round the world with Millar chat because that was actually interesting or round Europe with Peek because we were blind the whole time.
Someone said to start writing a blog again but I can't really remember who. Probably a good thing too as some folk might petrol bomb your house if I knew who you were.
I guess it's just because I'm bored out of my tits. In the Forces it's called 'free time' which, roughly translated into Scottish means 'Scratch yer baws.' After 8 months of training at BRNC Dartmouth, 4 months onboard the good ship HMS MANCHESTER and passing my Fleet Board, I sit here just now in the middle of England in the Defence Academy near Shrivenham doing courses in encryption and enrolling in a Masters.
That's about it apart from a picture of me going bald - enjoy!
Mick.
Someone said to start writing a blog again but I can't really remember who. Probably a good thing too as some folk might petrol bomb your house if I knew who you were.
I guess it's just because I'm bored out of my tits. In the Forces it's called 'free time' which, roughly translated into Scottish means 'Scratch yer baws.' After 8 months of training at BRNC Dartmouth, 4 months onboard the good ship HMS MANCHESTER and passing my Fleet Board, I sit here just now in the middle of England in the Defence Academy near Shrivenham doing courses in encryption and enrolling in a Masters.
That's about it apart from a picture of me going bald - enjoy!
Mick.
