This weekend consisted of:
Beer, but not too much beer.
Playing football, perhaps too much football.
Watching football, not enough football, too much violence, not enough red cards, just the right amount of non-handshakes.
Driving, stuck behind somebody who thought the 30kmh speed limit for the city centre applied everywhere and poodled along, hugging the middle of the road so it was impossible to overtake. I honestly, seriously, truly, wanted to ram them off the road.
Eating squid and pizza but not squid pizza.
And that was about it. I remember when weekends consisted of very different things but if you ask me do I miss the sun coming up and the dirty grey hollowness of a Sunday afternoon that began on Saturday night I have to tell you I do not.
This weekend I vomited out my nose. bad prawns are evil.
Mine consisted of reading about dead people and reading their goods
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/02/books/02westlake.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/20/books/20parker.html
and listening to a very good desert island discs
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00qyvf6
then I went to the pub and besides having gallons of alcohol I also had some calamari
*some of the above is a lie
GOTTA BE THE READING PART ITCHY!
heh
Yep Vidic should have been sent off but he wasn’t because it was a cup final.
Any episode of Desert Island Disc’s that includes an offering from Harry Seagoon and is described as ‘very good’ has to be a lie.
I like this, Twenty. As if your age is settling on you nicely.
You want to get yourself one of those contraptions from MicroMachines that goes on your roof and picks up the car in front of you and pops it back on the road behind you.
Was micromachines the one with the big steering wheel?
Desert Island discs is excellent; I recommend listeing to June Spencer telling her life story. Especially at the end where she lays a dig into her grand-daughter. Her poor son who died, her husband etc. Donald E. Westlake, get his, in my opinion, his best piece of work called Trust Me on This. And Robert B Parker rocks; the last one I read was “Don’t tell the parrot.
So suss out the lie now….giant squid attack from donabate
I was in bed with a ginger tea and my book at 10pm last night.
“ginger tea”
Is that a euphemism?
I spent the weekend being raped by three teams of lawyers in Hong Kong ….
They used their own spit as lubricant
I spent the weekend raging at all and sundry. Testosterone shortage, I expect.
Jo, I suspect you are confusing MicroMachines and Whacky Races ;-)
I hope they were all wearing stilletos f’man
I spent the weekend being raped by three teams of lawyers in Hong Kong ….
They used their own spit as lubricant
So tell me,Is the pen mightier than the sword?
Yeah Whack Races, it was the convert-a-car….. I think?
I spent the weekend recovering from that video of Jo doing the housework.
Twenty – I have to be blunt for your own good – squid is for cunts. It’s just unacceptable.
Squid is fantastic. Anyone who doesn’t like it is weird.
2FM have just played Crystal Swing, this is gonna take off, the “It’s so shit it’s good” is coming true.
Maybe the lyrics should be changed to suit some of the “Clubs” in Dublin.
“He drinks Guinness while she talks dirty in Latvian or some other Eastern European language”
“Waiter! This squid is rubbery”
“Oh tank velly much”
Sunday was the most awful day back in the old days in Ireland.The kind of Absolute boredom that you just dont get anymore…..
Ginger Beer, not Ginger Tea, is the unPC rhyming slang you’re going for,there,surely?
Sunday’s when growing up were awful. Dragged out of bed for mass in the morning. Standing around afterwards for ages waiting for your parents to stop yakking with the neighbours. Then being made to eat all the veg as well as the roast meat. Then a really boring drive or visit to some old one legged relative in Laois.
Divney, ten years ago it would have been a euphemism. The gingers are always wild the sack. Not the bright orange ones. I mean the nice colour red.
At least there was MTUSA to look forward to
You could always ammuse yourself with one of these ?
http://www.lastgasp.com/d/1120/
Second ever gay man after Oscar Wilde.
I watched Canada v USA in the Olympic Hockey Final, and finally understand why Canadians are crazy for Ice-Hockey.
And finished off the weekend with the closing cermony. There’s been a lot of TV in the last 2 weeks. The Olympic’s made me fat.
“At least there was MTUSA to look forward to”
Which always seend to have Love Is A Battlefield and Radio GaGa every week. And private Dancer.
And poor Vinnie Hanley wasting away week by week from his ongoing ‘eye infection’, apparently.
seend = seemed
ask me anything about the winter olympics. whistler, cypress, luge, skeleton toronto.
read a great article about vancouver in the F|T on the w/end
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/aaca3e78-11f5-11df-b6e3-00144feab49a.html
“The branding maestros could have made a splash by building a Canada pavilion – meant to be a showcase for the nation – that used the best in home-grown talent and resources. Instead, they opted for the most uninspired solution. When the Canadian daily The National Post asked me what I thought of the pavilion, I thought the image they had sent was either a joke or they’d sourced something from the wrong photo archive. Looking like one of those white pre-fab buildings you find on an exhibition ground housing tractors and dump-trucks, I asked the journalist if this wasn’t a temporary shelter that the Canadians should have been sending to Haiti. No doubt it would have made a more powerful display of Canada’s soft power erected at the airport in Port au Prince than in damp Vancouver.”
Graham Souness is gay and Irish HM?
In the 1980s he was the only gay Irish man.
As usual, I just worked all weekend. I miss weekends devoted to drinking, music, parties, drinking, fryups, drinking, music but not sleeping on the floor in manky bedsits, not getting a shift from some dodgy boiler and hangovers.
I’d rather work to be honest. Sometimes.
Itchy, The National Post is Canada’s Daiy Mail.
Better Coverage here:
http://olympics.thestar.com/2010/article/773202–dimanno-vancouver-games-give-canada-a-golden-glow
(not that i’m biased or anything)
And what’s wrong with the Brits? Did they not get their holes recently?
http://olympics.thestar.com/2010/article/773266–brits-russians-grumble-as-games-end
I drank a bottle of vodka on Saturday and moaned about it on Sunday.
“I watched Canada v USA in the Olympic Hockey Final, and finally understand why Canadians are crazy for Ice-Hockey.”
Yeah I watched that last night, enjoyed it – surprisingly.
I went to Bowe’s. Everybody should go to Bowe’s.
Jeez, no one else vomited watching Stoke and Arsenal. Hard as nails blog this is !
Holemaster Says:
March 1st, 2010 at 12:07 pm
I was in bed with a ginger tea and my book at 10pm last night
Somebody hasn’t read this yet…
wasnt that po pusher Norris skulkin around in the Eighties
My new girlfriend has decided to give a nickname to my dick. She says it’s more realistic than the name dick, so she called it ‘The Wrinklebeast’
I just call hers ‘Bono’
Your girlfriend has a dick?
Weekend – Cocktail party, bed at 3, woken at 7 to evacuate to the hills because of the Tsunami warning. Didn’t really enjoy Sunday as a result.
Thanks Toronto. I can’t find any footage of the celebration by the women’s Ice- Hockey team; it’s all stills on youtube.
Also; I saw the opening ceremony and I wondering what the aboringe team was doing there….ahem.
As for my hoped for rioting. bollix.
it was a good games as some old bbc fart is wont to say. I notice the paralympic gsames are coming down the road. should be interesting
A few years ago my friends wife let slip that he calls his cock “The Captain”. She really shouldn’t have said or explained.
the red card quota seemed just about right to me…..mwahahaha
I thought you might say that, all right