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Well, I am getting nearer the finsh line for the Season Review.  One problem.  I am going to have to post in two parts!  The first part has reached the limit for postable size of a single blog entry by the looks and moaned at me with a nice error whilst saving to draft.

 

What I am going to do is post Part Two first and Part One last so it appears correctly in the time line.  I hope!

Okay, thought I would leave a note just to say hello and that I am in the process of writing a football season review.  It's gonna be big, very big!  I haven't even actually written about any matches yet and it's already almost 1,800 words long, maybe more!

 

I know I have been away for a while, but I am gonna start blogging more again, just been very busy.  Things will pick up very soon!

 

Later peeps!

Spam and more spam!  No, I am not talking about the meat, I mean, "meat" that was made more famous by Monty Python than any actual advertising campaign, I am talking about the scurge of your average internet user.

 

Picture this, if you will, I have not and never have signed up to any dodgy sites.  A few football forums, this place (obviously ) Twitter etc etc. and yet I still manage to get so much email spam it is pathetic!

 

I went into my personal email today and checked... 271 messages... wanna know how many I kept?  Come on have a guess... 200?  No, less.  150?  No, less.  100?  No, less.  One last go... 75?  No!

 

I'll tell you how many I kept.... 2!

 

Two (2), yes two out of 271 messages were actually useful!  And no, I am not exaggerating.  And yes, I have blogged about it before.  Oh, the list of things I get.

 

Oooh, here's one for penis extension (I say one, meant about fifty).  Nope, don't need that one.  Oh, now, howabout viagra... nope, no problem there, deleted.  Sex change?  Erm, well if ever I discover the pillock sending these out, yes there will be one performed, but by me not on me!

 

Now, howabout one promising all sorts of flashing boobies?  Well, okay, but only under two conditions... 1> its not gonna leave nasty deposits on my computer (ahem, stop being dirty, I am talking virus') and 2> Nowhere to be seen would be Susan Boyle.... on second thoughts... deleted.

 

Oh here we go....

 

"Your Barlcays internet account has expired, please fill in the security form to re-establish"....

 

Ah, well, I would do, except for two issues...

 

 

 

Only slight issues to your cunning plan, now run away and shove it up your backside!

 

Thank God for the "Select All" option!  LOL

 

Anyways, having scanned through quickly to ensure no important emails got deleted, click delete... all gone!

Let me start by saying congratulations to Diversity for winning Britains Got Talent.  They won it deservedly (oh here we go, my keyboard is playing up again!  Everytime I go to write a blog entry lately I keep noticing it's missing letters off some of the words.  And no, it isn't me!  Honest. ) with Susan Boyle coming a not-so-deserved second.

 

After the initial hoo-har surrounding Susan Boyle a few things struck me.  Firstly, compared to some of the others, including kids Natalie Okri, Hollie Steele and Shaheen Jafargholi, she really was not that good.  Brilliant compared to your's truely, just not that good compared to the aforementioned kids.  And boy, did they have amazing voices!

 

My heart went out in the semi-final to Hollie Steele, I felt desperately sorry for her, for a 10 year-old to go onto stage and sing infront of millions of people is a feat on its own, to have to do it again having lost it the first time is a testament to the bravery of that young girl.  I could not have done that.  I think I may have done a small excited poo in my pants if I had to.  And if I did sing in front of an audience they would probably sh*t themselves through pure bloody laughter... the evil sods.

 

Back to Susan Boyle, the second thing about her is that she actually started to believe her own hype, throwing (alleged) tantrums at people etc.  Now, if you are like me you will not like this, in fact I hate it with a passion.  It annoys me!  Look, Susan, you are barely famous stop acting like a fecking Diva!

 

I suppose it could be pent up, sexual aggression, I am not going into reasons why I think that, but you have watched her on the programme? 

 

Telling you something, when she flashed her leg at the end of the final it took me all my time to stop from hurling like an extra from The Exorcist.  *Quick, flick channels and shouts "Be-gone Demon".... ewww.... *shudder**  I don't want to projectile vomit over my 37" HD LCD TV, thanks very much, nor do I want to throw up all over my computer, so I'll stop talking about Susan Boyle showing her leg off.... oh, wait a minute.... oh no its okay, managed to swallow it down.  Quick, think *Jessica Lucas*, ah, that sick feeling has gone.... hang on, she waggled her boobies as well, oh blimey nothings gonna stop me now... quick, toilet!

 

To her credit, she was gracious in defeat, so not much can be said by that.

 

Anyways, yes, where was I (please don't say in the toilet, projectile vomitting, thats just not nice, I am sure she is a lovely woman)?  Ah, yes, the other acts.  Well, we went from the sublime (the above mentioned and others, whom I will get to later) to the, quite frankly, ridiculous (remember the guy who swung a pick axe?  Back to him later, I have almost puked once in this blog, twice in such a short term is too much even for me).

 

Ah, Flawless.  Well, another excellent dance group just, unfortnately for them, Diversity are/were better.  Which reminds me, did anyone see More Britains Got Talent after the Final?  Well, from what I remember Flawless have had enquiries to there availability by Freddy Flintoft and Diversity by Prince Albert!  Bit of a contrast that. 

 

Whilst my tiny little mind can remember, Diversity are on Twitter btw.  Yes I am following them, yes I did send them my congratulations.

 

Oh good God, I cannot put it off any longer, sick bag is that the ready!  I have to get this out of my system...  Britains Got Talent went to Britains Got Some Fecking Nutcases out there!  I am, of course, referring to the guy who had the (dubious) talent of being able to hang, and swing to break a plate, a fecking pickaxe from his ear lobes!  I kid you not!

 

Seriously, that is up there for me with Susan Boyle flas.... stop right there... nope I ain't saying it.

 

Look fella, if you are gonna do something like that, at least put some humour into it by missing the plate and getting yourself in the bollocks with your pickaxe, I might have voted for you then.  The fact that you would of ended up in hospital and not able to compete in the Final would have been an added bonus.  I am, o course, kidding I do not wish that on anyone, but it still would have been funny.  I can imagine Ant & Dec standing there, grimacing, going up to him whilst he is rolling around on the floor and patting him on the back, "Ooh, I bet that hurt."

 

If I remember right, he also drilled a nail through the inside bridge of his nose, swung bins from his ears etc.  I seriously dread to think what him and his missus gets upto to get there sexual kicks, the thought quite frankly scares me more than having.... well Ill let you use your imagination.... just how cruel is that?  Muwahahaha!

 

I mean, how do these people know that they can do these sort of things?  What possesses them to try it in the first place?  WHY for God's sake think anyone else wants to watch you try to skin yourself alive starting at the ears as the weight starts to peel the skin away!?!?!?  Please!  Stop the visions, just stop.

 

I thought the 2Grand act was very good, it is just a pity that the Grandfather allowed nerves to get the better of him, although why he didn't get a second shot whilst Hollie Steele could I do not know.  If one is allowed a second go, all should be, thats not a fair thing to do is it?

 

Now, Stavros Flatley!  Well what can be said?  For pure entertainment value they were/are up there with Diversity for me and really they should have been 2nd, not Su Bo.  Having said that, Shaheen, Hollie and Natalie Okri (whom didn't even make the Final) should have also been above Su Bo, but there you go.

 

At the end of the day, though, the best act won.  Congratulations.

 

Ah, at least that's over and I haven't got any mind numbing drivel to sit through, thank God Big Brother is not on.... oh, wait a minute.... NOOOOOOO!

I will be in the next few days be doing a blog on BGT!  It will be a biggun.

Last week, I went on a lovely little trip to Munich so I could attend a training course.  Me, being me, I arrived at Manchester Airport 4 (YES four) hours early for the flight!

 

For European flights, they recommend 90 minutes, I arrive 4 hours before!  Firstly, the check-in girl looked at me as if I was weird, and I can see why.  Secondly, when I went through passport control, again, they looked at me as if I was mad.

 

Well, when I went through I can see why.  It was the stupidly longest 4 hours of my life!  I swear, at one point I could tell what was on every shelf of every shop in the duty free, even the ladies sections!  I was that bored.  I went to the toilet on several hundred occassions, not because I wanted to or needed to, just for something to do!

 

Trust me, their are only so many times you can walk around looking at things before people start thinking you are extremely, erm, odd!

 

Add to this that I was "anxious" about flying as I haven't for 8 years or so, and it all makes for a very frustrating wait.

 

I walked around the shops, I sat down had a coffee, I walked around the shops, I sat down had a look at the monitor for boarding times etc, I walked around the shops, I went to the toilet, I walked around the shops, I went and had another coffee, I walked around the shops, I saw a very good looking shop assistant, I walked around the shops, I wanted to stab my own eyeballs out with a blunt object (I had no sharp ones, remember where I am folks), I walked around the shops, I sat down and had another look at the monitor for boarding times.

 

Guess what!?!?  I walked around the shops, I noticed a lot of other people looked very bored, I walked around the shops, I saw extremely good looking shop assistant again (I was closer this time, she was even more good looking than I first thought, blimey, I am shallow ), I walked around the shops, I sat down, I felt like falling asleep, I drummed my fingers for a bit, much to the annoyance of the person opposite until he noticed the look I gave him which more or less said, "Go on say something, I dare you".

 

At this point, oh I need to tell you this, I remembered, I watched Lost the night before, which did nothing for my anxiety about flying again as the first scene showed a plane at the bottom of the sea.... great, just great!  Having remembered Lost though, JJ Abrams.... Cloverfield.... Jessica Lucas.... ah I felt better.... a bit.  That underlying feeling of dread of the plane taking off, reaching 10,000 foot and then plunging nose first into the ground like a javelin thrown by an over-zealous athelete never quite left me though.  Having said that, I never got that "OMG, we are all going to die" feeling, I had that twice during the whole trip, both times I was on the ground though, more about these later.

 

A word of warning, though, a few shallow moments will also be coming up....

 

I checked boarding.... Gate 7 (or whatever, I cannot remember, but for the sake of arguing I'll say 7), yippee!  I can go to the gate, just to end up sitting around for a further 15-20minutes, only with the added luxury of having nothing, and I mean nothing, to look at!  Marvellous!  I started thinking about planes at the bottom of the sea again, just perfect.  My seat number got called in the first batch, I got to the row I was on and OMG!  Why did I choose a window seat?  More the question, why did I get a window seat overlooking the wing?  You know, that long thing that sticks out the side of the plane and is very much relied upon to stop you from falling to your doom?  The long thing that can flap a bit even when the plane is not airborne?

 

It could be argued that the wing is more important than all engines working.  A plane can stay up on one engine, apparently (not that I want to try it), but try keeping it up with just one wing, anyone remember that scene in Superman Returns when the plane loses a wing and it goes spinning out of control nose diving at a 90 degree angle.... at this point you must surely get my gist about my thinking.

 

Well, this was getting better!  I stowed my hand luggage in the overhead compartment and promptly sat down.  We were still a good few minutes before take-off but I already felt the need to fasten my seat belt.  Why?  Good question.

 

Oh well, after a few minutes, the plane started to move towards the runway.  Well, at this point I started to talk to the (we will call him poor, as in for sitting next to me) guy, it turns out he fly's around 3-4 times a month.  Oh, thats good then, I thought.

 

All of a sudden, that push of g-force as the plane shifts at a great rate of knots up to take-off speed, the nose lifts off the ground, and up, up and away.  Well, I forgot how much I enjoy flying!  It was funny, the sensation.  Loved it.  Then we got the food.  I say food in the "slimmest" sense of the word.  It was a snack, and not a great one at that, a ham sandwich.  C'est la vie.

 

Then a jolt, what was that?  Turbulance of course, blimey!  You know, you hear these stories about planes hitting a pocket of air and dropping 1,000ft down, I can see why.  That, however, was not the time I thought during this flight that we were all going to die.  Oh no, that came a bit later....

 

We were coming in to land when all of a sudden the plane banked reasonably sharply.  Now, of course, we are not to know whether this was wind or on purpose, however, your's truly was in a very advantageous position and my first thought was, "Wow, the wing is gonna touch the floor."  Well, it didn't.  Oh I forgot to mention, when the landing gear came out, it wasn't like I remember, a waring noise and then gentle clunk, no it was a clunk like the ar*e had just fallen off the plane.

 

Non of those times did I once think OMG we are going to die, no, that came after we had all three gears on touched down.  All of a sudden the massive reverse thrust, everybodies head threw against the head rest in front, a bottle came hurtling down the plane.  That was when I thought OMG, we are going to die.  Happily, and quite obviously I hope, we did not.  Remember the guy I mentioned who was sitting next to me?  The one who flies 3-4 times a month?  I looked at him, he gave me a nervous looking smile, I stupidly asked "Was that normal?", to which he answered, "Erm, no!"

 

We came to the conclusion that either the runway was short or the pilot had forgot to break at first!  I hope to God it was because the runway was short!

 

My next worry, of course, once we departed the plane, was if they had lost my luggage, the answer was a happy no, in fact, mine was the first case to come onto the carousel!  Yippee.

 

Oh but hang on, I am getting ahead of myself at this point.  You see, passport control.  Ah yes, passport control.  I handed over my passport to the officer at which point it took what seemed like an eternity for him to look at!  I was standing there thinking that if I produced just one bead of sweat I was going to get ushered into an office, bent over a table, hear the lovely snap of a rubber glove being put on and getting a "nice" rectal "exam".  (Of course I say nice in the loosest sense of the word, I would imagine, suppose it depends whether you may enjoy that sort of thing or not)  I did not want to be walking like John Wayne, I am afraid that would be far too much for me to take on my first day in a new country.

 

The fun part was to come, I had to get across Munich, the hotel I was staying in was right next door to the place where the course was.  I didn't want to get a taxi as at that point I had no idea how much it would have cost (turns out around 60euros, and yes that is near enough £60 now), so I was going to get the train.  I don't even use public transport if I can help it in Blighty, and here is me about to use it in a foreign country!  I went to the information desk and said which station do I nee to go to to get to this address.  The lovely woman behind the counter (and she was), in her extremely good English, told me.  I was like great!  Then I remembered something, I had the paper printed off internet with directions (by this point I was on the train btw), and it told me to get off at a different station!

 

My instincts, and a bit of common sense, told me to go with that one, and I did.  Lets be very fair, though, the stop she gave me was only an extra 5 minute walk to where I needed to be so wouldn't have been a complete disaster!

 

I had to make two changes though, and come the first change, and with no toilet in sight, for the first time in the entire journey, I needed to go for a p*ss!  Sod's bloody law or what?!?!?

 

I had some lovely scenery to take my mind off, and the architecture in Munich is beautiful!  The city is wonderful btw, and the people very friendly and lovely!

 

Anyways, I got to my stop, dragged myself cross-legged up the stairs turned right and there it is!  My hotel!  After eventually finding the very well hidden entrance, I checked in and went to my room.  Dropped my bags, ran into the bathroom and.... ah.... the relief.... sods law was not going to catch me short this time, of that I was determined!

 

Washed my hands and then did what every person does in a new country went for a walk.  Now, the first thing that struck me was just how friendly everyone is!  They are an amazingly beautiful people, and I must say, I have never seen so many absolutely stunningly beautiful women in one place at one time.... I needed blinkers!  (I did warn of some shallowness, did I not? )

 

I found a lovely Italian restaurant and decided this is where I would be eating, and as it turns out ended up eating every night, it really was that nice.  I had a lovely pineapple pizza that night and a couple of cokes, all for 6euros 50cents.  I dearnt have eaten the hotel food, it was 12-18euros (please bear in mind that is almost £12-£18).  Now, okay, I can claim it back, but its the principle of the thing.

 

Anyways, the following morning, the day of the course I met my colleague and we went to the course.  Course was very good, and very hard, by brain felt like it was melting at one point.

 

Right, it came to leaving for home a few days later, and you know I was disappointed in a way that I was, Munich and Germany really is that nice, but as they say, their is no place like home.

 

On the final day, we had ordered a taxi to get us back to Munich airport.  When it arrived we were greeted by this huge guy who shuck our hands, and to be honest it was more like a "good luck, you are going to die" hand shake than a "hello".  We went outside to be presented with this taxi which was a top of the range Mercedes, with TV!

 

And this is why.  To get from where we were staying to Munich airport requires the necessity on going onto the Autobahn.  I don't mind this, I love speed and it is the safest motorway in Europe if not the World.  What I do mind is when, whilst doing 180km/h (approx 112mph in real money), your taxi driver decides to perform the following, in this order.... mobile phone call, text someone, write something down (OMG the queue in front is breaking!), phone someone else, text a bit more, write another snippet of info onto a pad, drink a decent amount of water (at least I hope it was, I dread to think it could be something else) out of a glass bottle, text someone else, take a phone call again, then turn on the TV in the dash board watch it for a minute, put teletext on and then find and read an article!  Yes, all in the fast lane doing 112mph in a queue of traffic!  I looked at my colleague and he looked at me, we both had that "OMG, we are going to die" look!

 

Well, after, again at 112mph, being chopped to pieces by a complete moron in a Golf TDI (I am sure that stands for Total D*ckhead Inside), we get safely to the airport.  I almost, but not quite, kissed the floor having to pretend that I had fallen out of the taxi.  My colleague then got driven to Terminal 1, I was at Terminal 2.

 

Oh, what time is it, I thought.... oh FFS!  I have 4 hours to wait!  What is it with me and airports and waiting for 4 hours?  I sat down in the main hall and decided I would wait for an hour to check-in.  I played Ridge Racer on my PSP!  What a great game!

 

I eventually checked in and then decided to go straight through passport control, well, I put my hand luggage through the X-Ray machine, I went through the metal detector with no problems, but the x-ray machine stopped on my baggage!  Uh-oh.  Eventually it came through, the gent said to me, "Can I open your bag?", "Of course" was my answer.  It turns out I had left the European adapter on the charger for my PSP, making it almost gun shaped....  Oh how I laughed, on the inside!  On the outside I must have looked like I was doing a small, excited poo, he looked at me with great sympathy.  How come you are completely innocent and yet manage to look like you have something to hide?

 

I was waved through to be presented with a duty free, that again, after 3 hours all looks the same.

 

I got onto the plane, eventually, to be presented by one of the most stunningly beautiful air-hostesses I have ever seen!  I think her name was Jennifer, not sure, to bust playing Ridge Racer on the PSP.  The flight home was completely incident free and I even had a seat empty next to me.  My luggage was all intact back at Manchester airport and I got an uneventful taxi ride home in which we spoke about how the mancs cheated themselves to a semi final win and Chelsea, well, we just laughed.

 

The moral of this blog is this, oh feck it, there isn't one, despite how it sounds, I enjoyed every moment of it!

You know, it is not everyday that I add an ex-wrestler to my prettiest list, not really!

 

However, congratulations to Stacey Keibler whom someone sent me a piccie yesterday of, pic has been added to my piccie list....

 

 

Just going away from my usual topics (ManU cheating, Gordon Brown being useless, ManU cheating, Refs favouring ManU, ManU cheating, Swine flu, ManU cheating, PL being corrupt, ManU cheating, Christiano Ronaldo falling over (again), ManU cheating.... I think you get the gist) at the moment, I thought I would bring up Soap Watch to rear its ugly little head, again.

 

It has been a while, and let me just say that it has been confirmed that the gorgeous Jessica Lucas will be in Melrose Place (Damn!  I knew I would get her in the post somewhere... God I am good, psychic you see (note to ones self.... you write the bloody thing!))  I am not gonna slag it off, not until I at least catch a glimpse, then I will lay into it if its required, but anything with Jessica in cannot be bad.... (note to ones self.... *cough* 90210 *cough*.... damn!  She was good though, and damned fine, as per).  **Queue Scrubs-like weird dream sequence

 

Oh thats enough of that, snap out of it man.....

 

Where was I (Manu cheating, probably....)?  Ah, yes.  Soaps.  I have been keeping a close eye on them (and please forgive if I go off on a tangent (not like me at all!) onto some comedy, and also if I miss stuff out due to the fact it has been soooo long since my last soap watch).

 

Now where do I start?  Well I haven't mentioned Gavin & Stacey yet (that's a comedy for those who do not know... I would ask why not?!?!?) and I must say it is hilariously funny, and Matt Horne posts on Twitter (http://twitter.com/mfhorne) but James Cordon does not.  I haven't seen their series on BBC3 yet, but I may make a point of watching it in the near future.

 

Just a quick note, the guy who plays Archie in EastEnders (Larry Lamb) stars as Gavin's father in it and is very funny.

 

Which brings me nicely onto EastEnders, see Archie has now left (hopefully for good, nasty piece of work that Archie Mitchell, the way he was turning Peggy into a carbon copy of his previous women) after Phil pretended to kill him only to let him go and to never return otherwise he would kill him.

 

He also managed to keep Ronnie away from her daughter Amy (Danielle) until the, very literally in Danielles (Amy) case, bitter end.  You see, that night of the wedding, Danielle (Amy) finally loses it and decides to tell everyone how she is Ronnies daughter, Amy (Danielle) - anymore of this and I am gonna lose it - of course, Ronnie does not believe Danielle (Amy), until she finds a necklace left in her glass by Danielle (Amy).  By then, though, it was far too late as Amy (Danielle) had stormed out in a fit of pique, Ronnie chased after her shouting Amy (Danielle), Amy (Danielle), Amy (Danielle).  Eventually she shouted "I believe you" to Danielle (Amy), at which point Amy (Danielle) turned and started to walk to the rather distraught Ronnie (Ronnie ).  Amy (Danielle) then started to cross back towards her when everybodies favourite female soap baddy, Janine (yes she is back and has been for a while), came speeding along and hit Danielle (Amy(Danielle(Amy(Danielle)))) - ARGH!!!

 

*** I am about to queue a psychotic schizophrenic episode that we are going to go through..... we are going to go through..... hmmm maybe it has already started?

 

Well, Amy (Danielle) died in the arms of the now mourning Ronnie, what a horrific end to what turned out to be a brilliant storyline.  Apparently, the BBC, quite rightly so in my eyes, got thousands of complaints!

 

Whats this though?  Janine shows she has got a heart afterall?  She is horrified that she killed someone!  (This being the same Janine that killed her own husband to get his money, if anyone (...can be ar*ed to...) remember that far back?)

 

Back to Archie and his non-death.  Well, Peggy was under the impression that Phil was, and indeed had, killed Archie (which is what she wanted).  When Phil came clean Peggy went banana's (even more so than usual) and more or less dis-owned Phil.

 

Phil Mitchell, being that he is a recovering alcoholic in a soap did the only righteous and obvious thing available, he fell off the wagon!  Seriously, Phil Mitchell has fallen off the wagon soooo many times that the wagon does not know whether it is coming or going!  In fact, as I speak, the wagon itself is opening it's sixteenth whiskey bottle of the day (probably joined by ginsoak after watching his horrible little club cheat themselves to another win).

 

In his drunken stupor, he decides it is time to start humping Shelley, whom has been afterhim for ages now.  Well, having found that he has started drinking again, probably due to the fact he decided he wanted to have his wicked way, she did the only thing a good friend would do to someone who is a recovering alcoholic whom has just fallen off the wagon, she bought him more.   Hmmm.... humping Shelley..... OMG!  Just the thought!  I need a pub.... quick!

 

In the meantime, it seems Nick Cotton has made a re-appearance to try to hurry things up and get his daughter (talk about fecking devil-spawn), Dotty (nutty more like), to kill off Dot so he can get his horrible little hands on her money!

 

Good news though, Lauren is back!  She got away with trying to kill Max, her own father!

 

At this point, I am gonna have to leave EastEnders behind for now as I really cannot stand it anymore, my head is about to explode.  It feels like someone has hit me in the head with a rock.....

 

Which brings me nicely onto Home And Away (you'll see).

 

Let me start by saying H&A may have gone a bit controversial, you see Joey and Charlie are going to have a relationship, and have shared two on-screen kisses.  Joey and Charlie are both women.  All of a sudden, Home and Away is a lot more interesting LOL.

 

Now I have that over and done with, I will go onto what happened to Roman.  He made the massive mistake of going out with Leah!  As I have mentioned in previous soap watches getting married to Leah (or the long-since departed Sally) usually meant in an untimely death for the groom at some point during his short married life.  It seems that since the writers have lost one avenue, by Sally leaving, they needed something else to allow for almost unnatural death and destruction to a poor and unsuspecting man.  What could they do to poor Roman?

 

Get married to Belle?  No, she has turned into a neurotic who is constantly high on some sort of medication, and besides she is in the middle of destroying bad-boy-gone-good Aden Jeffries fragile mind and emotional state.

 

How about Irene Philips?  Nope, she is too old really.  Besides, she has found someone and I wouldn't wish her on my worst enemy!  (Although I would gladly feed anyone associated with a certain football club to her).

 

Oh well, one thing left to do.... make it so you don't have to marry Leah to have something happen, just make going out with her enough.  Poor Conrad Coleby (Roman Harris) must have seen the part of the script that says "start relationship with Leah" and thought what have I done to be sacked?  Well, they went on a date only for Roman to be hit by a rock kindly slingshotted by Brendan whilst Leah was doing the driving.

 

It was touch and go for a bit, but Roman survived only to find out he is now blind, apparently more through mental trauma than physical harm.  Don't worry though Conrad, the writers have put in that you are to dump Leah.  Someone has survived!  Hallelujah!

 

Anyways, I was going to write something about Neighbours and Coronation Street, but thought I would leave that until...

 

a - I have time

b - I actually watch them again!

 

Later peeps, hope you enjoyed this edition of Soap Watch.

Now I am showing a resemblance of calm about yesterday having been robbed by seemingly dirty and corrupt referees... (yes you Howard Webb) and by certain clubs getting penalties that are so obviously not penalties and how often can there players (particularly a horrible gimp who wears the number 7) get away with kicking players?

 

And anyone whom thinks that United are not looked upon favourably.... seriously, open your eyes, smell the coffee and realise that their is absolutely no conflict of interest whatsoever with David Gill.... oh hang on....

 

Anyways, need to stop before I really start ripping them a new ar*e hole.  We accuse Italian football of being corrupt?  Seriously, we need to have the Premier League investigated, Man United get far too many dodgy decisions for it to be innocent.

 

Lets look at it this way, when the Premier League was conceived, both the PL and Sky decided, by the looks, that Man United would be the flagship club, all you have to do is see how there revenue sky rocketed all in one season compared to others.  It wasn't just down to marketing, there fanbase then like now is less than Liverpools.  It was a vested interest.  Yes Alex Ferguson, may have wanted to "knock us off our f*cking perch", but he has, seemingly, had a fair bit of help along the way.  I am talking about the officials, of course.

 

For instance, yesterday was a classic example, and for once I agree with Harry Redknapp, if that penalty was not given, no way on God's green Earth would United have scored.  It changed the whole game, and shocked Spurs, quite rightly so as well, it was never a penalty in a month of Sundays.  At one point you could almost hear Howard Webb say to the United players, just fall over and you'll get a pen.

 

Then, some of the yellow cards that got given to Spurs players were a disgrace especially when you realise, that for the fourth time, at least, this season Ronaldo got away with kicking an opposition player.

 

Don't get me wrong, no team is completely innocent of getting away with things, but the decisions that ManU get are nothing short of corrupt and criminal.

 

Yes, some people may call me jealous, why?  We (Liverpool) are still the most successful club in England.  I believe under Rafa we will win our 19th League title before ManU (we still have a chance this season), and considering the amount of help that they have had I am surprised that it took them this long.  Why would I be jealous of winning a league with that amount of help (cheating?), I don't know?

 

Anyways, off my high horse!

 

The Hull/Liverpool match!  Well, despite winning 1-3, we did not play our best football, luckily we didn't have to.  Torres was off the boil a bit, as was the whole team, I think that the Arsenal match may have taken a little bit of spirit out of us, but have not given up!

 

For a reasonably maligned player, Kuyt has scored his fair share of important goals, two of which came yesterday.  The other goal was an absolute screamer from Alonso after his freekick hit the wall the first time.

 

All we need is for a certain other team to get an impartial referee three times and they may not win those three particular games.

Well, let me paint the picture for you.  Yesterday started off reasonably well, here, sat at work things went okay.  The living hell that I experienced the day before, which I fixed, worked a treat!

 

Then lunch time came and went.  Someone then reminded me the budget had been and gone.

 

I read, with much dismay (almost as much dismay as an actor on Home & Away going out with/getting engaged to/married to Leah, poor Roman, more on that later though), the budget on News BBC website.

 

Sometimes, I just wish I lived in bliss ignorance!

 

Thinking, naively, that even Labour wouldn't be that stupid/thick/useless as to lumber people with extra tax at this point in a very serious economic issue, compounded it must be said by Labour's idiotic policies (seriously, a 12 year-old has a better idea than those lot), yet they did not disappoint me!

 

Lets start about the beginning of Labour's reign, 1997.  What Labour do not advertise is that they received an economy in excellent shape (shaped by Maggie it must be said after she dragged us out of the, for want of a better word, poop Labour left us in in the 70's) which consisted of massive gold reserve and a £60Billion surplus.

 

Now, by not advertising this little known fact they were able to do what they are good at doing, squander it, or pee it up a wall if you like.  They wanted to make themselves look good, to make it look like they had created a term of economic stability, nope it was a falsehood all done by squandering what they received (this is my take on it by the way, but cannot see another reason as to why, as I have seen actually no improvement in public services apart from an insane ability to squander money on roles that are just not needed).

 

Well, the chickens have come home to roost!

 

With that we could have weathered the storm we now have.  Instead, mixing Labours profligeracy and their want to make themselves look good, have left us with absolutely nothing!  Nowt!  Nadda!

 

The actual budget itself.... hmmm.... it is very hard to know where to start.  They have increased tax on alcohol (again), cigarettes (again) and, my personal bug-bear, fuel!

 

Not only that but they have increased tax on high-earners (150K plus) to 50%!  Now I do not mean to bleat, but it is simple economics, and proof, that in the past by decreasing tax they have actually increased the amount of tax they collect!  Reason being, more people stop trying to avoid paying it.  Simple.... bleeding morons.

 

Now, fuel tax.  Well, lets just say for a country, and indeed people, who are in dire straights it astounds me how Labour have decided that they are adding 2p a litre from September and then for the next four years, in the month of April, an automatic increase at 1p above the rate of inflation!  Fools!  The lot of them!

 

They know we will not get out of our cars, they have assured themselves on that one by making sure we have to rely on them.  And don't get me started on the "green movement", another self-interested, power hungry movement.  If you dig deep instead of just believing what we are cornfed like the battery hens we are, you will find that human activity is only responsible for 3.5% of all greenhouse gas emissions and that all car usage from around the World is only responsible for 0.6% of that figure.  You start to get a rough idea.  Oh, and one other little point that the green lobby also neglect to mention, their "god", the hockey-stick graph, is the wrong way round.  You see, the rise in greenhouse gases, particularly CO2, is FOLLOWING temperature rise!  Not the way we are being led to believe.

 

(I could go on about how the Ross Ice Shelf is increasing by a net of 20megatons a year etc etc, but I won't, this is not what this blog is about, how sea levels are not actually rising (the ice that is melting is floating on water, so an increase will not happen, simple physics)).

 

Do not fall foul of one of their carrots, though.  The £2000 incentive to scrap your old car (over 10 years) and buy a new one is a double edged sword.  You see, with your old car you are on the old, and cheaper, tax bands, with a new one you will be on, Labour hope, one of the higher ones so they can collect more money out of you!

 

However, where tax is concerned, this government will not miss a trick in the opportunity to use it as an "incentive" or "excuse" or "justifiability".

 

Going off-topic a little bit, did you know that over it's entire life-cycle, from build to scrap, the Toyota Prius is less environmentally friendly than one of those "green lobby" "devil" cars, a Land Rover Discovery?  Really quite funny.

 

Did you also know that a BMW M5 on a motorway doing 70 mph is more efficient than a Prius?

 

Anyways, I am going drastically off-topic here.

 

In short, this budget just re-iterates what we already knew, Labour need to get out of office!

 

Anyone for a protest?

Just a quick note to let you know that I am on Twitter ( http://twitter.com/LiverpoolFan74 ) and now have a YouTube channel ( http://www.youtube.com/user/LiverpoolFan74 ).

 

I only have a couple of retro gaming vids up there (YouTube) at the moment, but am endeavouring to get more up and running soon.

Hello everybody, hope all is well.

 

I haven't blogged much lately, but I am planning on doing so much more very soon.

Please remember the 96 who tragically lost their lives at Hillsborough and spare a thought for their families.

 

RIP and YNWA!

Let me just say that I am proud, despite the loss, of our team!  Liverpool played with fluency, sportsmanship and never cheated... unlike another team I could mention.

 

Another thing I must say, I must congratulate Chelsea's man of the match, the referee.  Never have I seen such a great performance for a team than that man right there!  Well done, bravo.... moron.

 

You see, whilst everytime Drogba went down, again, like he had been shot, again, Lucas got almost torn into two by Malouda and guess what happened.... nothing.... in fact Chelsea went on to score!  Malouda, if that was in public, could have got done for attempted murder!  It was horrendous.

 

Not only that, but everybodies favourite footballer, yes thats right Didier Drogba, was injured off the pitch, but managed to roll himself on to not only stop play, but then made, yet another, miraculous recovery!  Even a Chelsea supporter said it's brilliant, Drogba has recovered from so many career threatening injuries during matches that it's like watching a miracle every game!  That sums it up really.

 

Well, the scoring started with a brilliant, McAllister-esque, free-kick from Aurelio, followed by a penalty from Alonso.  At this point Chelsea were rocking, they could not live with us and this game summed up why I believe we deserve to win at least the league this season.  We are playing the best attacking football of any team at any point during this season, no doubt about it.  And all this without Steven Gerrard, and without, what I believe, players that Rafa would like to have!

 

Amazing, truely amazing.

 

Last night shows why Liverpool are unique, even during some barren years I have never thought that any club (and I am including supporters in the word club) could match Liverpool FC.  Last night shows why I love this club!

 

This season, no matter how much the odds are stacked against us, we seem to be able to pull the rabbit out of the hat, unfortunately, last nights rabbit turned out to be a Chelsea-sympathetic referee!  Yes, we gave ourselves a lot to do after a rather lacklustre performance last week.  However, yet again we put four goals past a team that according to the media are way ahead of us.  Not so.

 

You know, even if we do not win the league this season, I think we will next season.  We deserve it this season, but as Rafa said, ManU get too much protection and get away with all sorts, as did Chelsea last night.  A shame.

 

Never mind.  At least our players, in defeat, can walk away with their heads held high, unlike the opponents as "winners".

 

EDIT: I know I jump from Champions League to Premier League, but it's all relevant to what I am trying to get at.

I was inspired by a thread on a football forum that I frequent regarding this, so thought I would post mine on hear (along with some new ones)......

 

A brand new series of posts/blogs/ramblings (delete as you feel applicable ).....

 

If you can think of any, please leave a comment (I will do more instances later)...

 

 

 

Are all your men/women (delete as applicable) easy?

 

In your internet policy, is porn out of the question?

 

Hey honey, would you like to see my elephant?

 

Hi, my name is Charles Manson.

 

Bloody hell!  After walking around your office, I have to ask, how do you not w*nk yourself stupid?

 

I've pulled a sicky to come to this interview....

 

I love fires, I hope you like fires.....

 

My previous boss didn't like us as he thought we are schizophrenic.....

 

Yes, I have f**king tourettes, you f**king w**king t*t!

 

Oh yes, I was director of Northern Rock and then I went onto RBS, I think I would do very well as Director here.  What is your pension like?

 

If you are looking for someone who looks extremely busy at all times whilst doing feck all, and someone who sounds like they know what they are talking about yet knows nothing, then I am your person!

 

Phwoar, you look like you are dirty!

 

Do you allow birthday suits on dress down day?

 

Am I the only person who looks good in here?

Housed under entertainment because some of the stuff I have to comment is boardering on the pure comical!

 

Let me get my thought of the day out of the way first..... Life is like a box of chocolates, you have the good stuff first and leave the cr*p 'til last!

 

Well, now that pearl of wisdom/anecdote is out of the way, I am wondering where to start, you see I am Lost.... ah-ha!  Lost, I am Lost about Lost!  I am not really, but I thought it sounded funny!

 

You see, it seems to be more and more jumping from time to time and at a seemingly relentless pace, one minute you are in the present, the next 30 years ago and then back into the present!  Not only that, but I am not sure if JJ Abrams has taken into account that little thing called time paradox?  Anyways, enough of that, don't want my head to explode.

 

Having said that, lets do some linkage..... JJ Abrams - Cloverfield - (come on!  You must have guessed?) - Jessica Lucas!  You see, the, in my eyes, prettiest actress around has seemingly gone from one mind-boggingly bad DOA (90210), after 4 episodes I might add, to another possible DOA Melrose Place!  I mean, come on!  I have said it before, I will say it again, why oh why go from what was a Hollywood blockbuster (and a damned good one I would hasten to add) and being one of the shining lights in it to 90210/Melrose Place?  Seriously, why?  She should be building on her fame not going backwards, and for me (although actually for me it would be nice lol), it is a step backwards.  I think she would make a damn fine Bond girl for instance, especially if it involved a beach and bikini..... must stop right there!

 

I suppose I will have to reserve judgement, but I did not like MP the first time around, why would I this time?  Oh well, each to there own.

 

In all seriousness, though, I think she would, but what do I know, it was probably her management anyways, oh well.

 

Speaking of series', Heroes is still tremendous!  Love it!  And as for Battlestar Galactica, what a brilliant last-ever episode!

 

They could have killed it, but they made it wonderfully.  Superb.

 

Anyways, oh well, now my not-very-often-is-it-a-ramble-or-a-moan is over, back to work peeps....

How much a week can change attitudes, and indeed circumstances!  From frustration to jubilation to even more frustration on the realisation that we should, even more so now and with all due credit to those teams, have beaten the likes of Hull, Stoke, Everton, West Ham and Fulham!  If only!

 

Instead of needing to win to stay in the title race, we should have needed the win to cement the title!  Which is what United needed to do, win to cement the title.  Seems they were found lacking, badly!  Did they lose there bottle?  Or, as it seems Fergie tried intimating, was it just a bad day at the office?

 

I think they lost it!  Bottled it big time!  Not only that, but they met a team which, on the day, can hammer anybody!  Real (a team, who on current domestic form, was the form team of Europe) found that to there detriment midweek, United found it out Saturday.

 

I have heard Vidic still wakes up in cold sweats at the thought of a rampant Torres chasing him down.... more of that later.  Not only that, but it does not help when your defensive partner disappears so fast you would have thought that a drugs tester had just entered the ground (thanks to the Liverpool Echo for that one, gave me one helluva laugh on Monday, had to get it in somewhere!  It is just as funny as the other one they came out with, a result that was as improbable as Christiano Ronaldo ignoring a mirror).

 

Apparently, the best team lost though....... erm, yeah okay.

 

I could agree with that statement IF we had won by 1-0 via a penalty.  As it was, after leading 1-0, Manchester United lost it bigtime, purely because Liverpool ran rampant!  They could not live with Liverpool, simple as that.  Even Lucas had a good game!  (I think he will be quality, given the time, the guy is showing signs and is very young)

 

How can I start, proper now?  Erm..... I think they lost it... blah, blah, blah... Apparently... blah, blah, blah... I could agree... blah, blah, blah, yep thats it!

 

From the beginnning!  Well, sat at home I could not stand to watch the build up, the daily ManU/Sky lovefest would be far too much to take, so I just sat there watching other programmes, but as soon as it did start I changed over.  Just in time for kick-off!  First question that went through my mind was "What Liverpool side will show up today?"  Well, they answered, the one that showed against Real!

 

Then as they kicked off I heard that Arbeloa had been injured during warm up so Carragher had been put to right-back and Hyypia started in the centre with only, apparently, one minutes warning and hence warm-up!

 

However, things looked good, we looked comfortable, and for the so-called champions at home Man United didn't exacly cause us any great problems, and it was only because of an ill-judged and ill-timed rush of blood by the usually infallible Pepe Reina that Man United went 1-0 up via a spot kick.

 

At this point, I thought oh-no!  Here we go, a mauling on the cards, only it was, just not entirely what I expected.  Instead of letting our heads go down, we just picked up the pace even more!  Not only that, but Rafa got the tactics spot on as well.

 

What amazed me more than anything about the period after the penalty was Ronaldo did a Lampard.... disappeared so much so that I thought he must have been substituted!  One of the things that can be levelled against Ronaldo, for all how good he is, put him up against a good defender and use the correct tactic against him he becomes a passenger, some one who seems to not be able to change his game to suit.  He just cannot do it against the better defenders, however, he does slaughter the not so good ones, so these things even themselves out, I suppose.

 

Now Torres, he is a different proposition!  Instead of disappearing against better defenders, he just seems to become even more determined, its crazy to think he is not fully fit!  Lets put it this way, he made one of the most solid defenders in the Premier League (Vidic) look like he should be back playing Sunday League!

 

For Torres goal, he (Torres) was so quick that he could afford to give Vidic a sizeable head start, run at him, put the poo up him, nip the ball off him, run through on goal and calmly slot the ball in an inspired moment!  Not only that, he kindly reminded, during his goal celebration, the crowd how many European Cups we have!  Whether that was his intention no one knows, but thats how I interpret it .

 

The look of shock on the Man United players was awe-inspiring.  They just lost a lead in a home game!  To there biggest rivals.... oops!

 

More to the point, the best was best to come (or worst if you are the other side of the fence), as the deceptively fast Gerrard showed Evra a clean pair of heels, only for the stricken Evra to concede a penalty!

 

Hang on, am I dreaming?  I thought, this cannot be happening!  We had a chance to go ahead after being behind in a match at Old Trafford!?!?

 

And go in front we did!  A marvellously taken penalty by Stevie G!  Someone else who steps up against the harder teams!  (Thats what sets the likes of Stevie and Fernando apart from the rest)

 

I have to ask, who kissed the TV back during Stevies celebration?

 

At this point, I felt on sooo much of a high it was as if Jessica Lucas had walked into the room!  (I knew I would mention her at some point during this blog! )

 

Then it got to half-time, and I knew what was on the cards!  Someone was gonna come flying out of the blocks and attempt to pummel the other team into submission!  Only, this time, the other team was Manchester United and the pummelling was done by us, Liverpool!

 

It seemed at this point like Sami had rolled back the years and help snuff any sort of approach out with consumate ease.  Carra and Aurelio (who was superb both in attack and defence) must still be wondering how they smuggled Ronaldo on the coach home in there pocket!

 

Masche is just immense as well!  And what the heck is Dossena doing scoring AGAIN!?!?!?  Skrtel!  Well, Skrtel, blimey that guy can defend, although quite obviously he wanted to join in the scoring rout as he marauded foward.

 

Anyways, the second half, ah yes.  Yet again, Vidic and Ferdinand started like they finished the first half, having the pee taken out of them by a half-fit Torres, and completely incapable of handling a Stevie G who seemed to have a personal mission!  And yes, it was a sending off!  Vidic quite clearly rugby tackled Stevie and there was no way that Ferdinand was going to catch him!  At this point I felt a bit more settled, a bit more calm.  Now I thought we could win it, all we had to do was nothing too stupid!  I was not expecting what happened to actually happen.

 

Now, the only thing I can think off that happened next was everyone, including me and Van Der Sar, expected Stevie to thump it, however, Aurelio stepped up and took a marvellous free-kick, Van Der Sar didn't move!  I didn't move!  The crowd stood there for what seemed an eternity until I realised, "OMG!!!!  Its gone in!" I jumped up I couldn't believe it!  3-1 to the good and Manchester United down to 10-men and they couldn't change anymore personnel as they had only just brought on three attacking subs to try and drag the game back!

 

I couldn't quite believe my eyes or ears!  I was astounded!  Dumbfounded!  Was this really happening?!?!?  It was like Jessica Lucas had walked in again!

 

Seriously, this just does not happen!  How?!?!?

 

With that jubilation calmed down a bit, something else happened, the previously brought on Dossena (who must surely be considered as a replacement striker now if Torres is unfit) scored with such calmness it was amazing!  4-1 to Liverpool!  I could not believe it!  I have never seen a game where Old Trafford had emptied so quickly!

 

Blimey!  WOW!

 

I enjoyed it, hope you did!

I just love a good solo or duet, and in this I must ask, do you like drums?....

 

I said, do you like drums?.....

 

COME ON, I can't hear you!  Do you Like Drums?????

 

Feast your ears on this duet on Phil Collins farewell tour between himself and the also tremendous Chester Thompson....

 

Enjoy.....  

 See what I did with the punch line?  Maybe I should try my hand at journalism?

 

Well, well, well!  Who would have thought, hey?  4-0!  And I went to this match!  I was sitting fourth row up of the Lower Centenary stand bang smack on the half-way line!  What an incredible view!

 

I was almost in touching distance of Stevie G and Fernando "El Nino" Torres.

 

The game, oh yes, the game, get over the jubilation man and get to the game.  There is not a lot I can say...... well thats a lie and a half!  Knowing where to start is a different matter altogether.

 

Ooh, I know the time before the game.  We all left from work around 6 to get to Anfield and get something to eat and neck a few jars (except me, of course, I had Coke.... OI!  Stop sniggering at the back, of course the drinkable stuff!), when we could find a pub which had enough room left for some big blokes to get into.  Which we did, upstairs at one place which seemed more like trying to get into your Aunties house than anything else.

 

We also managed to get something to eat, from a small take-away outside Anfield itself (not one of the portable ones), I had a jumbo hot-dog (well, I am a growing lad), and chips.  I must say, they where rather nice.  Mind you, at that stage, I don't think I cared, I could have ate a rotting horse on a manky mattress.

 

I was itching to get into the ground at this point.  It was my mission!  May I just say that the next ar*e-hole who tries to push in front of me gets a smack in the gob!  Some peeps just do not know how to queue on the stairs!  In Anfield there was this bloke trying his best to get in front of me.  Well, fella, I may only be 5 foot 7, but I weigh between 15-16 stone and am solid!  Needless to say he almost ended up at the bottom of the stairs after yours truely did an abrupt halt for no reason and the tit hit my back.  Well he discovered he wasn't gonna try that again after I just glared at him.

 

Eventually, we got to our seat!  And I was amazed!  You see, at first I thought we where gonna be at the top of the Lower Centenary, but no, fourth row up!  Dead-on the half-way line!  I have never sat in a seat sooo good.

 

However, the goodness did not even start at that point!  The best was yet to come!  The kick off.  We flew out the blocks!  And when I say flew, I mean flew!  It was like a whirlwind!  No one, and I mean no one would have withstood the pummeling we dished out in the first 30 minutes, and Real couldn't, and bearing in mind they are, well before last night , the best team in Europe on current form it was awesome.  Stevie G is getting back to what he does best, to terrify the feck out of the opposing team, and Torres...... oooooh Fernando Torres..... what can be said?  Even having to play through the pain barrier he looks like he is the best striker in Europe, and boy does he work hard in tracking back as well!

 

The defence where brilliant as well, midfield great, Masche!  WOW, what a player, Alonso getting back to his old self with some pin-point accurate passes!

 

Raul crawled back where he got out of after the last match, Skrtel's pocket!

 

The goals!  Well Torres got on the score sheet after terrorising an almost-could-feel-sorry-for-Real-defence after some great work by that-man-who-should-change-his-name-to-Duracell Kuyt (blimey, I get tired just watching him).  The second goal was the penalty, and tbh, it wasn't, not really, but hey, it didn't matter in the end.

 

The third goal was a thunderous volley by that man Gerrard after a wonderful run and cross by Babel (and wonderful is not a word I have used much for Babel this season, not at all), and the forth was by Dossena!

 

Real's man-of-the-match was Casillas by a long shot!  He made some tremendous saves to keep the score down!  The stats, though, do not paint the picture, you see, they stat that Real had 15 shots and we had 12!  However, they had 3 or 4 on target and the others where from anything between 25-40 yards out and way off target!  However, of our 12 shots we had 11 on-target!

 

This is ominous for the United match, all our players coming into form!  Pity we hadn't played like this in the games against the so-called minnow teams of the Premier League!

 

A mention has to go to our fans, we where brilliant, as per , no prawn sandwiches get eaten at our ground.... *whistles as he walks away*.... and a very special mention must go to the Real Madrid fans.  Well behaved all night and they even started chanting for Liverpool when they realised the game was up.  Fair play my friends, fair play to you!

 

On the way home, we stopped off at the pub (I had nothing this time), got a cab and eventually got home for 23:30, but I was so immensely overcome with pride, joy and juvilation that I could not go to bed, I sat on the sofa until 3AM!!!!  And I have been in work since 7:30 this morning!  Do I feel tired?  Do I heck!

 

Oh, and one very last thing, I am kicking myself, as in the morning I was asked to predict the score and as a laugh I said 4-0!  Should have put  a bet on!

I am just gonna blog about pure cr*p, ie more of the same , today as it seems to have been an age since I last did anything on this site, and indeed 23rd of Feb was when I last updated.

 

So what is new?  Well, nowt much really.

 

My new job is going really, really well.

 

Home & Away is still being, well Home & Away, funny as hell because I still have to think how can one place have so many disasters.

 

Still think Jessica Lucas is one of the most beautiful actresses I have ever seen, even if her choice of films/series can be a bit dodgy (90210?!?!?).

 

JK Rowling hasn't sued anyone for a while, must be a record for her.  Surely must be getting itchy lawyer finger by now?  (That was a joke BTW, phew!)

 

Richard Dawkins is still acting like he knows best and if you think different you are a moron....

 

Liverpool still cannot beat teams we should be beating.

 

Eastenders is getting a tad funnier (the Massood family are great!).

 

I have a new PC!  Runs Crysis in Very High very smoothly.....

 

AMD Athlon Phenom II 940 Black Edition

4GB 1066MHz DDR2 Corsair Dominator RAM

2*500GB Western Digital SATA2 HDD with 32MB Cache

LG Blu-Ray/HD-DVD Reader/DVD-RW+- writer combo (SATA)

BFG Nvidia GeForce GTX295 (absolute top of the range mo-fo graphics card)

 

A fair bit more to blog about, but will do later....

 

Wonder if anyone will read this?