Saturday, September 24, 2005

Catalyst

I've been meaning to make this post for some time now and as it happens it sort of ties in very nicely to bring what would essentially be three posts into one. To start with I mentioned Father Bell had sent a package just after we got back from our holidays. I was going to post about it but never got around to it. Anyway in the package were 3 compilation CDs, one of recently purchased new stuff, one of recently purchased old stuff and one of Led Zeppelin covers. All of which were fab and groovy because Father Bell has impeccable taste and always has had. While we were in London with Reidski, we caught up with Father Bell and partner and had a great time reminiscing and drinking a lot of wine. We discussed music for what seemed like ever in a charming place and generally relived our youth. Also in the package though was a coaster, which was a tile of an album cover. I thought that it might be interesting to have classic album sleeves randomly interspersed throughout one's tiled kitchen, kind of neat as Americans are prone to say. What's the album I hear you ask? It's the one pictured below. It's the one that draws this piece together. I have it in vinyl and I had a downloaded version, however I was in Fopp the other day and saw it for a fiver so I had to have it. I played it when Reidski was round last week, before I fell asleep. It still sounds really fresh and vital and bloody great, a guitar lovers treat. As a kid I loved it so much and I still do. This is the thing, I probably wouldn't describe it as the best album ever, but in the course of the conversation with Reidski I realised that it is actually the most important album I own! How come then? It's the most important album I own because it was the album that sparked the formation of my own, definitely guitar based musical taste. Prior to this I wasn't particularly into music in any big way. I sort of liked pop music, because it was always around, my big brother had everything the Beatles had ever recorded almost and loads and loads of singles, but they were his. Father Bell was the primary influence musically when I first went to secondary school and he had Argus and played it when we went over to his place. It much more grown up than the kind of stuff like Slade that me and most of my mates thought was good up to this point. So this was the start of a lengthy relationship with music and that's why in the course of my incredibly busy weekend of packing everything I have into a little black box (more of this later) that I took the symbolic step of putting it on first, even before Surrealistic Pillow.

So what's your most important album ever and why dear readers?



A really neat Kitchen Tile

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View from near the top.

This definitely looks odd, but quite appealing nevertheless.
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Friday, September 23, 2005

Worth the wait

You couldn't make it up. Jonathan Woodgate hasn't played for over year. Real Madrid, much to the bemusement of Bobby Robson, bought him for +£13m when he was injured. His first game for a Madrid side lacking in defence was last night. Was he to be their salvation after a dreadful start to the season? Well no. There can't be many players who score an own goal and get sent off on their debut. Love it!
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Football Schmootball

Bollocks to that past weekend I say. Half the workplace were wishing my team well, whilst the other half sort of growled. I reckon it was probably the best opportunity to beat either part of the old firm for some time, but sadly wasn't to be. Followed up by a midweek defeat in the really pishy CIS cup, which lets face it is only any use as part of a treble.

I have been arseing about with a website at work for the past few days so I really can't be arsed blogging at home as well.

One final football point, my Fantasy team in Father Bell's league did rather well this week getting my highest ever score and pretty much scooping more points than anyone else. Made me feel much much better.
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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Conspiracy Theory

Bloody Queues

thewife couldn't get petrol yesterday. Seemingly the entire fucking country needs to fill up and consequently there isn't enough petrol in a filling station at any one time to slake everyone's thirst.

How come? Simple really very dark forces are at work aided and abetted by the publicists of the darkest forces. Reminds me of pre coup Chile really (No for god's sake, I'm NOT saying the situation is similar). I'm no great fan of the government, Bliar in particular, I'd venture in a couple of year's time he'd join these people, nevertheless on this one I'm pretty much solid. Stop these bastards now. First hint of bother then charge down on them with horses. Round up and sequestrate the ringleaders and their allies in the media. If anyone is unclear of the tactic refer to 1984 Miner's Strike for further information.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Flying High

Young Stu overcome by excitment

Just in the dying moments of the game, the man with the best name in football, finally put an end to matters. We should have won 7 -1 easily, but instead contrived to give Dunfermline opportunity after opportunity. I was warned by the lad before the game that I had better not be a jinx, given this was my first game of the season and we're doing rather well. To make matters worse he practically suggested that I may have been able to pass for a senior citizen, one of whose number we had a spare season ticket for. Just for that, his pic goes on the internet!

It's great to be able to look down the table at those hapless minnows R*ng*rs, who we face next week.
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Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Awakenings

Okay, so I have been busy. Anyways..... Bjorge Lillelien, Roald Amundsen, Morten Harket, Thor Heyerdahl, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, Edvard Grieg. Can you hear me Gro Harlem Brundlandt ....Your boys took a helluva beating. Surprising really and after a 1-1 each home draw with Italy. They are clearly building us up for an incredibly big disapointment just like they always do. Of course we get sucked into it every bloody time.

I've been busy lately doing this course at work, which means I haven't had a moments spare time until now and even this is sneaked time as I should have been in bed an hour ago. Anyway the course is nearly finished and if I had kept up with the homework at the time I would have been finished by now as well. As iu us I have to write a lot of bullshite and mean it. More later.
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