What is going on? Boots that look like the sort of things snotty kids with verrucas used to have to wear when your class went swimming in the municipal baths. I give you Nike Mercurial Superfly FG
But the new kit for Euro 2016? Do me a favour! Looks like something a ping pong player would wear at training.
I have drafted a few posts about Rap artists and have decided to dust them down and get them out there.
Let me get this straight before I start I am a fan of all genres of music and I think that Rap music has its worth. I prescribe to the idea that all true and pure record collections should have no Beatles albums in them at all and must contain Kind of Blue by Miles Davis. After that there is certainly space for hip-hop and rap music.
The first Rap artist I want to talk about is Snoop Dogg. He gets a bad press at times, which is to be expected when one considers some of the things he has done. He got a bit of a ticking off by Jay-Z this week, probably due to Mr Dogg sending a cake and some strippers to R&B singer Tyrese for his 36th Birthday.
The Guardian is a bit more complimentary about him, where they grudgingly admire his resourcefulness in making tv adverts for car insurance.
Rolling Stone described Snoop Dogg as “everyone’s favorite pimp”. I would not go that far, but he is a likeable rogue who is able to laugh at himself as well as those he is taking money from.
Loving his work with my other favourite joker Bootsy Collins.
The World needs people like Snoop Dogg and for that reason I salute him.
It is that time again! Check out these recipes!
Christmas dinner to me spells the appearance of two vegetables that I associate with the festive season, but they then tend to disappear again by the time New Year approaches. I was not keen on Brussel sprouts nor parsnips as a kid, but have grown to like them a bit more over time. However neither a well boiled Brussel, nor a parsnip burnt to a crisp are top of my list things I would reach for when looking for a vegetable to go on my dinner plate.
Recipe No.1 – Parsnip mash
If you are like me and are not mad keen on parsnips try boiling them and mashing them like a spud and add some whole grain mustard. Just try it! It is a revelation.
Now the Brussel sprout recipe is a bit posh, but really better than soggy boiled sprouts.
Recipe No.2 – Brussels sprout, leek & pine…
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An impressive selection drawn up here. Not sure if Adolf Hitler is on the guest list though.
It is nice to see such a distinguished list of People with Parkinson’s but it is too big a group for one thing. I know that I gained life membership of this club on my diagnosis, but am not bitter, nor angry about being a PWP.
I would much rather keep the company of those who have different badges of honour to wear.
Better still I like to associate with people who are special, unique, talented or courageous without even realising it.
Muhammad Ali, Billy Connoly, Robin Williams, Bob Hoskins, Linda Ronstadt, Maurice White,
Michael J Fox, Johnny Cash, Roger Bannister, Martha Johnson, Ray Kennedy, Margaret Bourke-White, Alec Issigonis, Mervyn Peake, A. J. P. Taylor , Terry-Thomas, John Betjeman, Charles Schulz.
It would be quite some party.
© Andy Daly 2014
An appropriate video to contrast nicely with those never ending Christmas ads on the telly
Warning – the punchline is not a typing error. Try reading out the dialog out loud in a Wurzel like stereotypical West Country accent, it might help.
Another home defeat for my football team and Dad and I are left to trudge back up the terracing to the exit from the stadium.
The ground is emptying pretty fast of fans, who had stayed to see the bitter end of another dismal performance by the team we called our own. The fans’ expectations are not high and pretty resigned in first place, but there are a lot of long faces to be seen amongst the people making their way home. Dad and I weave past the odd groups of supporters who were still stood around to boo the team off the pitch. We do not look back or say anything until we get to the top of the concrete terrace.
“Got to go for a quick leak” I tell my Dad as we passed the Gents. It is a 2 hour drive back home for me. Enough said.
The toilet is not as jammed as it can get before the match. This is particularly true when everyone piles in after a walk from the pub before the start of the match. It is quieter now. Nevertheless you can still hear the odd catcall from the enclosure below. Two old boys shuffle into spots either side of me at the metal trough that we all share.
It is a bit quirky in a way, but blokes as a rule do not look around when they use a public urinal. They just stare forward for some strange reason. This is why commercially minded pubs put advertising posters at eye level above their urinals. It is a crude form of subliminal messaging.
The two old boys are obeying the stare forward rule. Rather than look at each other they just look straight ahead and talk to the wall. Having me between them and in the way does not help, but they chat away as if I am not there.
“Well Bill, that was crap” says the bloke on my right whilst looking straight at the breeze blocks in front of his nose. He is a Bristolian you can tell by his local accent. Bill replies in an equally broad West Country drawl “Yeah, proper rubbish.” there is a pause whilst he thinks for a while, just stood there also gazing at a point ahead of him. He zips up and adds, “In fact I will go so far as to say, that is the worst side I have ever seen down here,”
Bills mate nods philosophically in agreement as he too turns to shuffle out.
They start to look at each other again as Bill finally concludes “and I can say that without any fear of contraception.” They both walk off into the night.
I have rediscovered a book, I have had lying around for ages, just gathering dust. It was given to me by Richard Michaels when I worked with him in a West London comprehensive.
First published in 1970 Invertebrates by M.A. Robinson and J.F. Wiggins is a the reference book packed with little nuggets of information and some odd facts about invertebrates that make you think.
For instance sea anemones only have one opening to their digestive tract. So in effect their mouth and anus are the same orifice!
Slugs are protandrous sequential hermaphrodites, which means that they are born male but develop a female reproductive system later, whilst keeping the male one too.
This lead me to look into the reproductive cycle of slugs and snails. Yes, I do not get out much! On my voyage of discovery I chanced upon this gem of a web page at the following blog:
Banana slugs are a real revelation!
John Peel died nearly 7 years ago. It seems such a long time that has passed very quickly. I have a box of vinyl records that I have referred to a few times on this blog, but the ultimate record box has to be the one that belonged to John Peel.
I found this documentary about this ultimate record collection on youtube and it comes in 4 parts. The first part is here and if you are a music fan I think you will enjoy the programme.
I was in the car yesterday, listening to Test Match Special and at one point between overs the chit chat between Jonathan Agnew and Geoffrey Boycott centred on being to sea. It was a bit of a random conversation, but at one point Agnew paused and mused
“You can’t swim, can you Geoffrey?”
“No, but fish can’t bat so we’re even aren’t we,” came the reply
A great comeback that caused a few chuckles in the commentary box.