"The people who grinned themselves to death,Smiled so much they failed to take a breath.And even when their kids were starving,They all thought the queen was charming."
Due to the fact that I found this picture in the Observer World Cup Special, I'm now temporarily Brazilian again. Much nicer looking than any French girl I know ;) (desole ma petite fleur) I'm about to buy my cheap knock off Thailand replica kit for £5.99 on eBay and trying to buy some microwaveable Feijoada what ever one of those is? I wonder if they do it in Sainsbury's? Nevermind that the Brazialian national anthem sounds like a Boulting Brother's Ealing comedy theme tune. Possibly a St Trinians movie although as I write they are murdering it with a Swiss oompah band. Mind you it's not as bad as the dirge we have to put up with, it's no wonder were crap at sports, it's because we're depressed before we start. I like Brazil my friend from work comes from there (Você Sabe Quem Você É) she's always happy and laughs at my jokes why the hell she gave up a country like Brazil or her husband's country (Italy)to live here, especially in that shit hole where we all have the misfortune to work. She's not the only person from another nation ther, we have a Venezualan, Chinese, German, Portuguese, French & some Scots Welsh and Scousers from the other end of the scale. With all those nations we still can't scrape together a half decent football team. After four weeks of decent football some knackered old men will be in need of cardiovascular treatment, yes!!! coming up in the first week in August it's the '2nd annual huffing and puffing up and down a pitch with beetroot faces' all in the name of charity. Last year I hacked down the area manager much to the horror of my store manager. Hey it's a man's game .. apart from the sexy legged lady we had who scored against a man who thought himself 'a goalkeeping legend in his own mind'. I didn't tackle her to the ground because a, she was on our team and b, that would have been far too obvious ... although I did try to share the showers. She did give me a lift home but my telepathic messages must have been scrambled by the car radio as I still have my knackers in place. I'm planning to get someone to donate a few shirts for our team, I may approach The Arsenal ... or a decent team. (Lee stop sticking pins in my effigy - ow!) Also looking for sponsors, any currency, it's for Imperial Cancer again I believe. As much or as little as you wish. If anyone's interested then use the email. Let's face it it's a good cause and I don't ask much.
Also it's 'summer' here and we have to have the windows open otherwise being British we'd have to remove one of our sweaters. This makes it easy for one of the world's most pointless creatures to enter my house ( no not Jehovah's witneses as we are thankfully blacklisted ;)) but moths, I mean why? What is a moth for? it doesn't look nice just brown, it flaps about between light sources because it's too dumb to determine which is the moon and which is a 25 watt bulb, or my vdu. Now I've never been a fan of moths I'll admit, ever since the bar-b-que incident when I was about 10 and I took a bite of my hotdog only to get a mouth full of moth first. It shot in like a Japanese pilot in 1945 off Okinawa. But still I don't want anyone to think I'm being 'Mothist' here but what would happen if they weren't here? I think the same about politicians if the thruth be told.
Anyway enough old bollocks here's tonight's music 'The Housemartins - Now That's What I Call Quite Good' greatest hits from 1987 which I think is better than the greatest hits that came out a couple of years ago now. I liked the Housemartins (who once did a peel session as 'The Fish City Five' which I have somewhere) I remember hearing them whilst walking to and fro across the country lanes of North Norfolk. I just liked the lyrics of 'Flag day' which kind of struck a chord with little old socialist leftie me with a damp coat and muddy boots and listening to the words with great intent on my battered old walkman which due to knackered could only pick up radio two on it's radio when batteries when they were too low to play the tape, fuck I hated Jimmy Young, Gloria
Hunniford and David Jacobs whilst walking 24 miles to Norwich Job Centre and back. It's probably radio two that drove me to join the Army, hmmm if i'd died my blood would have been on Terry Wogan's hands tisk and he seemed so wholesome to all those grannies who listn in every morning too.We also have 'Malcom McLaren's - Duck Rock' which is an album I've had a copy of since it came out all those years ago. Yes it's oddball and he's a bit wierd (read the chapter in Rip it up and start again to see why I think this) and yes he gave the world Vivian westwood but this is an album that has so many levels. It brings forth rhytyms from all around the world, and to a young impressionable lad like me growing up in grey, cold and wet Norfolk this was colourful interlude in the otherwise drabness of growing up surrounded by flat arable land where nothing ever happened.
http://www.badongo.com/file/817700 Housemartins part 1
http://www.badongo.com/file/817805 Housemartins part 2
http://www.badongo.com/file/818156 Malcom McLaren Duck Rock