Posts by Thom James
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Charlie Brooker's Screen Burn column for the Guardian is hilarious. You can practically taste the bile...angry, angry man. But damn funny.
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Yawn. As someone once said, there's lies, damn lies and statistics. Most of those figures mean and prove absolutely nothing:
The Italian scrum won 97% of its own put ins (equal with England) and 22% of the opposition's put ins. This awesome scrum power is the reason Italy is also the second team most likely to win back the ball after a handling error. Italy recovered the ball 18% of the time behind the awesome might of England with 23%.
Yeah, and a fat lot of good it did them. Who gives a fuck, frankly. I suppose you've got to find some way to enliven the predictable tedium of group play.
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And I'll take a big punt now and say that Simian Mobile Disco will also appear in the tent.
And/or Justice per chance...?
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Ah, that's a good lookin line-up...and not a teeth-gnashingly awful emo act 'for the kidz' in sight. I'm sure one or two will crop up in coming announcements, but the calibre of acts is already fantastic.
Wishlist/predictions: QOTSA, Wilco, Klaxons, Ricardo Villalobos
Be keen to hear other people's forecasts/wishlists...
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I fell victim to a 'hilarious' drunken game of scissors at the weekend, you know, taking a sly chop out of your unwitting mate's hair. Got a bit out of hand though. I now resemble the 'before' photo from a Propecia ad. Think my hairdresser will be reduced to tears when i go see if can sort it out.
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The only use Hamish McKay has ever served was as the butt of Bill and Ben' s practical jokes on Pulp Sport. I can't decide who's more punchable - Steven McIvor or Hamish McKay. I put it to the floor...
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Russell's right, Britain's entire infrastructure is almost amusingly at the whim of seemingly innocuous conditions (although the current scenario is obviously extreme). I was working in Sheffield a few years ago, which being in Yorkshire gets pretty grim in winter. The whole city ground to a halt after one snowfall, with my 30 minute commute taking me 3 hours. The Scandanavians, Canadians etc manage to live many months of the year under far more extreme conditions, so why the bloody hell couldn't us Brits cope with a light dusting of the white stuff?
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Well I have to say I enjoyed the film immensely. Although that's because I went in expecting little, as every one of Bay's previous works has been derisible, appalling shite with a cringe-inducing patriotic bent. It may also have something to do with the fact I saw it on the IMAX screen, and wore my ipod in there, listetning to some dirty drum n bass instead of paying attention to the hackneyed dialogue and vague plot. There really is nothing quite as exhilirating as watching giant robots beat seven shades out of each other to the sound of a nasty Dom & Roland tune.
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"Defectors? Traitors? Mercenaries? It seems some have lost all sense of proportion. We are talking about sport here, remember?"
Yeah, a sport in the most tenuous sense of the word. I'd sooner watch televised darts. It's hardly the game of the people is it? I mean, you're hardly going to see schoolboys packing in lunch time rugby because they'd rather be Dean Barker than Dan Carter.
But on the traitors point, do we slag off Warriors players that go and play for English or Australian clubs? No. The yachtsmen are professionals making a living with whoever wants to pay them the most money, just like any professional footballer, rugby player, basketballer etc does. Team New Zealand are probably the only team to carry such an overt nationalistic association - for the rest of them, it's exactly the same as Formula 1 - a means for rich wankers like Ellison and Bertarelli to spend their dosh. If a Swiss sailor defected to Team NZ, I don't anyone in Switzerland would give a flying fuck
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I don't condone for a minute the behaviour of the 'fans' in Valencia (yachting hooligans??? What an incongruous notion!). I might add that I'm English and find New Zealander's emotional fixation with the ABs a tad wearing. While we're obsessed with our (laughably shit) football team, you're not harangued by the man on the street for not confessing your undying dedication to the Three Lions. I've been on the receiving end of a serious tirade of abuse for admitting complete disinterest in whatever game it was the ABs were playing, as though by merely living in this country, I was obligated to get behind the national rugby team. Well fuck that. By all means, get behind whichever national team you wish, but to harassas others for not sharing in your fervour to me begins to stray beyond patriotism towards xenophobia.