I thought it was finally time to clog up web space with my terrible spelling and shocking grammar. Why? Probably because recently in my boredom I’ve wanted somewhere to jot down my ramblings, and thought in the hope that someone will take the time out to read them, and maybe get something out of them, then again maybe not, but it’s always good to write down your thoughts. Jimmi Hendrix had a similar problem. He used to write down tunes on pieces of paper, cig packets, napkins etc, and just collect them up. He just collected loads of unreleased lyrics and music around his house for many years…Then he died and his missus threw them all in the bin. I like to think that one day when I eventually die someone will read this blog just to get my thoughts, and then delete it so my mum won’t read it.
The other night whilst trying to deal with the excitement of the impending snow storm, I had a bit of trouble sleeping, so I thought I would have a gander at the Super Bowl, which was on BBC One. Now those of you who know me will know that I hate pretty much everything American, to point where it would probably be considered racism, but luckily Americans aren’t protected by the unwritten, social racism laws. So watching the Super Bowl was always bound to be an uncomfortable experience for me. I missed the opening ceremony but I was told by a friend it consisted of: jet’s flying over the stadium, a pop star singing the national anthem, fireworks going off like Chinese New Year, and 100,000 grown men and women crying. When I tuned in the “second quarter” had just started and I watched on with an open mind as I tried to understand the rules, but it was impossible as the game kept stopping every 2 minutes… I never worked out why, but I can imagine it was something to do with the ridiculous television advertising rights they have over there. By half time or “the end of the second quarter” as they called it things only got worse, Bruce Springsteen and The E Street band came out to sing a few tunes and more fireworks and over the top performers appeared. It was all too much by this point and I turned off and continued reading my book. But I couldn’t help thinking the difference between the two national sports of America and Great Britain, and how again we have succeeded in being better then that horrible place to the far left of us. Our national sport also called football is the most popular and well known, and supported sports in the entire world, where as America’s “football” is only played in their country alone, so why the world coverage, and over the top ceremony? Our equivalent of the Super Bowl would probably be the FA Cup. The oldest and most famous domestic knock out competition in the entire world, yet our ceremony consists of the players coming out at around 2:50 on a Saturday afternoon in May, being greeted by a member of the royal family, singing the national anthem, and then playing 90 minutes of the best sport in the world. When the match is finished the players walk up the steps where they are presented medals and the trophy, they then celebrate, sip champagne and all get pissed. No Bruce Springsteen, no Jet fighter planes flying over head, no constant delays to have a “message from our sponsor”. Its times when I have thought’s like that when I’m proud to be apart of quaint British culture, and it made me thankful once again that I had won the lottery of life and was born an Englishman.
In other news, this week we had the most snow I had ever seen in my life, so me and Chapman used it as the best opportunity to build a huge penis in the park. I always love how everyone shits themselves with excitement the moment the weather changes from the usual grey and dull to any other extreme. Whether it be 25 degree heat of an inch of snow, people go fucking mental, take days off work, rush over to the local park and their actions get national news coverage. What I did enjoy however was how it was like having a little holiday, I didn’t even bother contemplating going into college and just spent the past few days lounging around playing football manager and ploughing through a few more chapters of A Clockwork Orange.
Well that’s been my thoughts. Watch this space for more pointless rants and crazy adventures.
God Bless
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