Post by Dave on Jan 8, 2010 21:29:32 GMT
Another weeks goes by and after this weeks weather I really feel even stronger that we are being conned with all this global warming talk we just can’t seen to get away from. There has been many times on the forum when we older members have talked about the good old times, well they seemed better to us than how things are today.
But you can be sure Lambethgull will then post and remind us that there are many things that are better today than they once were and I do have to agree with him on that. Today on the J.Vine show it was discussed about people having to cut back on the heating in their homes during this cold spell, maybe having to turn down the thermostat a few degrees to help keep the winter fuel bill down.
Carol does feel the cold and if we need to turn up the heating even more, than so be it, I feel she deserves to be as warm and as comfortable as possible, it’s the least I can do for her, for all she has done and given me in my life.
I think these days we take living in a warm house far too much for granted and forget just how things were when we were very young. If you were lucky you parents could afford to have the coalman and log man keep the coal and log shed filled up with enough fuel for the winter.
But the fire was only ever lit in the main living room and you had to sit close to it to really feel any benefit and then it would slowly cool down a bit, so you had to use the poker to try and get some more heat out of it. How many times did the burning wood spit out an ember onto the carpet and you burnt you fingers picking it and throwing back on the fire before it burnt a hole in the carpet So you had one room that had some heat in it, but.the rest of the house would still be cold and the worst part of winter was still to come at bedtime.
Getting into bed with those cotton sheets on, bloody freezing and once in you bed you dare not move as you did not want any other part of the sheets touching your body. After a while things did warm up a bit in your bed and when you mother splashed out and got you a pair of Flannelette bed sheets, you thought you were in heaven, for now you got into bed and it was a joy to do.
I still feel there are things that are worse today, the lack of respect the young seem to have, the lawlessness, the drunkenness, streets filled with drugs, crime rates, the PC brigade, the over the top health and safety, I could go on and on.
But this week has reminded me that in times of trouble when others are having difficulties, there are still so many good people who will do all they can to help their fellow man. So maybe things are not as bad as I thought, maybe it would not take that much to turn things around and get back to a world with more values and principals in it. Well here’s hoping anyway, nothing is ever too late and nothing can’t ever not be put right.
Well for the second week on the trot we have a tie for the Best Poster Of The Week.
One of this weeks’ winners has won it a few times before and he is such a great member on here and one I’m so pleased to have had the pleasure to meet him. Always writes good interesting posts and also does some wonderful reports on games he has been to watch and makes them even more special with great photos added.
Our second winner may come as a bit of a surprise to you, it has to me, but one thing you know you will always get from this poster, is his own views and written down in his own way. He plays a very big part in keeping the forum moving along and lately has written many posts that are much longer than his usual one liners.
This weeks winners are Chris Hayes and wait for it…………………….Aussie
Well done fellow members.
A post Chris made this week on the TFF
To me it's the way we've allowed this crudeness to slip into the everyday culture...
I've been buying the football magazine fourfourtwo from issue one and always thought it a great read, the best football magazine I can recall.
But it is just that, a football magazine. Not a 'lads mag' or a top-shelf rag. It sits next to Shoot! on the shelves of Tesco's and WH Smiths.
Lately i've noticed how often is used the f word in their pages, not just once or twice, but now in every interview and article. This is a magazine that any father buying and taking home would expect his son, of reading age, to pick up and look at. How can the editor's justify this? There's not even a warning on the cover.
Then this month I read an interview by that inane 'comedian' Frankie Boyle and that was the final straw... In it he used the f word numerous times in a most vulgar fashion, especially in describing what certain footballers do to each other in the centre circle before a game as they're all gay. He then uses the c word twice, first time it's edited to c plus asterix's, the second just one asterix to cover the u making it plainly obvious. What the hell are the editors thinking in allowing that sort of language in a mainstream football magazine which is aimed at a wide readership? It is beyond all comprehension...
It's just tapping into the moronic element that list Green Street, Football Factory and Cas amongst their favourite DVDs. I've watched them all and they are complete crap. Warriors, my arse. As are that cretin Danny Dyer's attempts to do "in depth" studies of hooligan culture abroad when he has absolutely no intelligence to really challenge the shear stupidity of it all.
We'll beg to differ on Frankie Boyle. I find the guy very funny and I'm currently finding his book a very funny read. Have a read, it's far from inane. I think a Scottish, a Welsh, a Northern Irish or an Australian accent makes english swear words sound fantastic. There's nothing like a good Australian "fackun" in my opinion (listen to the 12th Man or the Wired World of Sports). If you want swearing on cocaine then watch Armando Iannucci's excellent "In the loop" film which was a spin off from the BBC2 Political Satire series "The thick of it". Peter Capaldi's character Malcolm Tucker (A supposed parody of Alistair Campbell) makes Frankie Boyle look like a nun in comparison.
Not all comedians who swear are funny and not all comedians who don't swear aren't funny. Paul Merton doesn't swear and is funny, Michael McIntyre takes and lot of cocaine and isn't funny. Bill Hicks used to swear but was extremely funny. I find Harry Hill funny and he hardly swears at all. It sometimes not the crudeness but actual quality of material.
In my opinon Football's "unnecessary swearing culture" should be renamed Football's "unnecessary knobhead culture" whose idiotic band of dullards don't have enough wit or intelligence to come up with anything worthwhile listening to apart from recite the same vulgar cringe-worthy bollocks every week.
I do swear. I find it a way of letting off enough steam so I don't have a cardiac arrest. Others try masturbation, which would be a bit difficult to mix with football, especially on a cold day. I'll sometimes swear at work when the sheer weight of incompetence filters down the corporate structure and ends up with me having to deal with it or I might swear at a colleague just to wind him up a little bit. Just whispering the word "thingy" usually does the trick. It's done with irony. He's not a "thingy" and I don't think he's a "thingy". We're surrounded by twats. He knows that and I know that.
At the football its usually down to a moment of absolute frustration born out of a decision made by a clueless referee who's looked more favourably on a cheating opposition player rather than one of our honest ones.
I remember Kanu missing an absolute sitter for West Brom at the Hawthorns a few years back and the slow motion reply went straight to a crestfallen Bryan Robson who quite clearly mouthed "How the f**k did he miss that"? Thus summing up the mood of every person in the stadium.
I've never been able to work the out the target audience for 4-4-2 magazine. I started to buy it in my late teens as Shoot, Match and the excellent 90 minutes weren't really doing it for me. The Onion Bag was a bridge between those and When Saturday Comes which seemed a bit on the cliquey side. Sometimes you feel as though 4-4-2 is a magazine for adults and sometimes you think its aimed at kids. I agree that the editors should be a little more choosy when it comes letting Frankie Boyle swear. Though I bet you that most 11-16 year olds have a computer in their room to watch BBC iPlayer so they can watch Mock the Week. When I was their age all I had was a copied compilation tape of Kevin Bloody Wilson and Rodney Rude plus the trusty old sock.
But I guess thats the issue. Yesterday's small vices are becoming todays norms. The F word doesn't have the same impact as it used to. The F word now is a sanitised and souless food programme hosted by a Chef who swears a lot, quite unnecessarily. The only thing I've learned from watching Gordon Ramsay is a) he puts too much salt in his food b) he loves himself and c) I would imagine that he's a complete prick to work for.
It's the age old thing that people who are supposed to be enforcing a "no swearing" policy will target the individual rather than the group. It's easier. About 6 years ago I was travelling down from Paddington to Newton Abbot on the Great Western to see mother and I managed to reserve a seat in one of the quiet carriages as I fancied a bit of sleep. Only then to find it populated by 10 chavs from Chatham who used the C word once every five words and were generally behaving like yobs. I tried to find another seat on the train but it was rammed so I had to listen to this inane drivel until Exeter St Davids where I decided that I would call Mum on the mobile and let her know I was 20 mintues away. As soon as I did this righteous middle class woman got on her high horse about the sound dynamics of people listening to someone else's one way telephone conversation and then reported me to Mr Train Manager who started to lecture me about using a mobile phone in the quiet carriage. "Fine" I said. "What about having a word with those twats down there"? Cue the silence. Middle class woman then tried to defend the Train Manager and that's when I lost my temper and told them both to piss off. Frustration.
It's happened at Plainmoor this season. I've seen two individuals being reprimanded about using bad language and yet the band of brothers dim are continually allowed to use bad language in their cringeworthy "banter".
As I posted recently I went to see London Wasps against Gloucester. I was there for 3 hours and I didn't hear one swear word. Not even a "bloody hell". Midway through the second half I was absolutely dying to shout out an expletive just to liven things up a bit. As it was I'd rather been rohypnoled by a swan and woken up in Cancun with the mother of all headaches.
A few Aussie made.
You might not be able to ban words from the English language but you can ban people from being offensive toward others in a public arena, just because you cannot ban some words from the English language does not mean you have to lower standards of peoples lives or enjoyment just so some moron can shout out abusive language! I too enjoy and laugh at some of the more witty and amusing chants that a few people manage to come up with but I cringe at some of the inane drivel that some low lives spout out and feel these people should be dealt with in one way or another!
Some managers can say what they like can`t they Sir Alex and get away with it, but not for long! Graham Poll has stitched the purple nosed one right up! Whingeing that 5 minutes extra time against Leeds wasn`t enough, ha I laughed by b0llocks off when Sir Whine a lot was interviewed post match, " where did he get 5 minutes from" whines Alex, well Graham Poll sat in front of his TV with his Sky+ box , a stop watch, a pen, a pad and worked out that it was EXACTLY 5 minutes and 4 seconds of injury time to be played, guess what! Alex Ferguson wanted more time added on than that, yes because it`s Mold Trafford he thought he was entitled too extra extra extra time and some just because he is Sir Alex at Mold Trafford! In yer face Alex, I laugh at you Sir, I laugh a lot you spoiled whinge bag, try to achieve what you have with a small club and no money, I recon your services too football is what is helping destroy football ethics and morality and thus you should be stripped of your Knighthood for trying too bring the game into disrepute which is actually an offense in football! Good manager but what a prize cock! Try and do it at a lower level, I bet you`d flounder with no millions and poor officials and all the rest of the things that you take for granted sat up there on your pedestal at the top of the Premiershite!
But you can be sure Lambethgull will then post and remind us that there are many things that are better today than they once were and I do have to agree with him on that. Today on the J.Vine show it was discussed about people having to cut back on the heating in their homes during this cold spell, maybe having to turn down the thermostat a few degrees to help keep the winter fuel bill down.
Carol does feel the cold and if we need to turn up the heating even more, than so be it, I feel she deserves to be as warm and as comfortable as possible, it’s the least I can do for her, for all she has done and given me in my life.
I think these days we take living in a warm house far too much for granted and forget just how things were when we were very young. If you were lucky you parents could afford to have the coalman and log man keep the coal and log shed filled up with enough fuel for the winter.
But the fire was only ever lit in the main living room and you had to sit close to it to really feel any benefit and then it would slowly cool down a bit, so you had to use the poker to try and get some more heat out of it. How many times did the burning wood spit out an ember onto the carpet and you burnt you fingers picking it and throwing back on the fire before it burnt a hole in the carpet So you had one room that had some heat in it, but.the rest of the house would still be cold and the worst part of winter was still to come at bedtime.
Getting into bed with those cotton sheets on, bloody freezing and once in you bed you dare not move as you did not want any other part of the sheets touching your body. After a while things did warm up a bit in your bed and when you mother splashed out and got you a pair of Flannelette bed sheets, you thought you were in heaven, for now you got into bed and it was a joy to do.
I still feel there are things that are worse today, the lack of respect the young seem to have, the lawlessness, the drunkenness, streets filled with drugs, crime rates, the PC brigade, the over the top health and safety, I could go on and on.
But this week has reminded me that in times of trouble when others are having difficulties, there are still so many good people who will do all they can to help their fellow man. So maybe things are not as bad as I thought, maybe it would not take that much to turn things around and get back to a world with more values and principals in it. Well here’s hoping anyway, nothing is ever too late and nothing can’t ever not be put right.
Well for the second week on the trot we have a tie for the Best Poster Of The Week.
One of this weeks’ winners has won it a few times before and he is such a great member on here and one I’m so pleased to have had the pleasure to meet him. Always writes good interesting posts and also does some wonderful reports on games he has been to watch and makes them even more special with great photos added.
Our second winner may come as a bit of a surprise to you, it has to me, but one thing you know you will always get from this poster, is his own views and written down in his own way. He plays a very big part in keeping the forum moving along and lately has written many posts that are much longer than his usual one liners.
This weeks winners are Chris Hayes and wait for it…………………….Aussie
Well done fellow members.
A post Chris made this week on the TFF
I've been buying the football magazine fourfourtwo from issue one and always thought it a great read, the best football magazine I can recall.
But it is just that, a football magazine. Not a 'lads mag' or a top-shelf rag. It sits next to Shoot! on the shelves of Tesco's and WH Smiths.
Lately i've noticed how often is used the f word in their pages, not just once or twice, but now in every interview and article. This is a magazine that any father buying and taking home would expect his son, of reading age, to pick up and look at. How can the editor's justify this? There's not even a warning on the cover.
Then this month I read an interview by that inane 'comedian' Frankie Boyle and that was the final straw... In it he used the f word numerous times in a most vulgar fashion, especially in describing what certain footballers do to each other in the centre circle before a game as they're all gay. He then uses the c word twice, first time it's edited to c plus asterix's, the second just one asterix to cover the u making it plainly obvious. What the hell are the editors thinking in allowing that sort of language in a mainstream football magazine which is aimed at a wide readership? It is beyond all comprehension...
It's just tapping into the moronic element that list Green Street, Football Factory and Cas amongst their favourite DVDs. I've watched them all and they are complete crap. Warriors, my arse. As are that cretin Danny Dyer's attempts to do "in depth" studies of hooligan culture abroad when he has absolutely no intelligence to really challenge the shear stupidity of it all.
We'll beg to differ on Frankie Boyle. I find the guy very funny and I'm currently finding his book a very funny read. Have a read, it's far from inane. I think a Scottish, a Welsh, a Northern Irish or an Australian accent makes english swear words sound fantastic. There's nothing like a good Australian "fackun" in my opinion (listen to the 12th Man or the Wired World of Sports). If you want swearing on cocaine then watch Armando Iannucci's excellent "In the loop" film which was a spin off from the BBC2 Political Satire series "The thick of it". Peter Capaldi's character Malcolm Tucker (A supposed parody of Alistair Campbell) makes Frankie Boyle look like a nun in comparison.
Not all comedians who swear are funny and not all comedians who don't swear aren't funny. Paul Merton doesn't swear and is funny, Michael McIntyre takes and lot of cocaine and isn't funny. Bill Hicks used to swear but was extremely funny. I find Harry Hill funny and he hardly swears at all. It sometimes not the crudeness but actual quality of material.
In my opinon Football's "unnecessary swearing culture" should be renamed Football's "unnecessary knobhead culture" whose idiotic band of dullards don't have enough wit or intelligence to come up with anything worthwhile listening to apart from recite the same vulgar cringe-worthy bollocks every week.
I do swear. I find it a way of letting off enough steam so I don't have a cardiac arrest. Others try masturbation, which would be a bit difficult to mix with football, especially on a cold day. I'll sometimes swear at work when the sheer weight of incompetence filters down the corporate structure and ends up with me having to deal with it or I might swear at a colleague just to wind him up a little bit. Just whispering the word "thingy" usually does the trick. It's done with irony. He's not a "thingy" and I don't think he's a "thingy". We're surrounded by twats. He knows that and I know that.
At the football its usually down to a moment of absolute frustration born out of a decision made by a clueless referee who's looked more favourably on a cheating opposition player rather than one of our honest ones.
I remember Kanu missing an absolute sitter for West Brom at the Hawthorns a few years back and the slow motion reply went straight to a crestfallen Bryan Robson who quite clearly mouthed "How the f**k did he miss that"? Thus summing up the mood of every person in the stadium.
I've never been able to work the out the target audience for 4-4-2 magazine. I started to buy it in my late teens as Shoot, Match and the excellent 90 minutes weren't really doing it for me. The Onion Bag was a bridge between those and When Saturday Comes which seemed a bit on the cliquey side. Sometimes you feel as though 4-4-2 is a magazine for adults and sometimes you think its aimed at kids. I agree that the editors should be a little more choosy when it comes letting Frankie Boyle swear. Though I bet you that most 11-16 year olds have a computer in their room to watch BBC iPlayer so they can watch Mock the Week. When I was their age all I had was a copied compilation tape of Kevin Bloody Wilson and Rodney Rude plus the trusty old sock.
But I guess thats the issue. Yesterday's small vices are becoming todays norms. The F word doesn't have the same impact as it used to. The F word now is a sanitised and souless food programme hosted by a Chef who swears a lot, quite unnecessarily. The only thing I've learned from watching Gordon Ramsay is a) he puts too much salt in his food b) he loves himself and c) I would imagine that he's a complete prick to work for.
It's the age old thing that people who are supposed to be enforcing a "no swearing" policy will target the individual rather than the group. It's easier. About 6 years ago I was travelling down from Paddington to Newton Abbot on the Great Western to see mother and I managed to reserve a seat in one of the quiet carriages as I fancied a bit of sleep. Only then to find it populated by 10 chavs from Chatham who used the C word once every five words and were generally behaving like yobs. I tried to find another seat on the train but it was rammed so I had to listen to this inane drivel until Exeter St Davids where I decided that I would call Mum on the mobile and let her know I was 20 mintues away. As soon as I did this righteous middle class woman got on her high horse about the sound dynamics of people listening to someone else's one way telephone conversation and then reported me to Mr Train Manager who started to lecture me about using a mobile phone in the quiet carriage. "Fine" I said. "What about having a word with those twats down there"? Cue the silence. Middle class woman then tried to defend the Train Manager and that's when I lost my temper and told them both to piss off. Frustration.
It's happened at Plainmoor this season. I've seen two individuals being reprimanded about using bad language and yet the band of brothers dim are continually allowed to use bad language in their cringeworthy "banter".
As I posted recently I went to see London Wasps against Gloucester. I was there for 3 hours and I didn't hear one swear word. Not even a "bloody hell". Midway through the second half I was absolutely dying to shout out an expletive just to liven things up a bit. As it was I'd rather been rohypnoled by a swan and woken up in Cancun with the mother of all headaches.
A few Aussie made.
You might not be able to ban words from the English language but you can ban people from being offensive toward others in a public arena, just because you cannot ban some words from the English language does not mean you have to lower standards of peoples lives or enjoyment just so some moron can shout out abusive language! I too enjoy and laugh at some of the more witty and amusing chants that a few people manage to come up with but I cringe at some of the inane drivel that some low lives spout out and feel these people should be dealt with in one way or another!
Some managers can say what they like can`t they Sir Alex and get away with it, but not for long! Graham Poll has stitched the purple nosed one right up! Whingeing that 5 minutes extra time against Leeds wasn`t enough, ha I laughed by b0llocks off when Sir Whine a lot was interviewed post match, " where did he get 5 minutes from" whines Alex, well Graham Poll sat in front of his TV with his Sky+ box , a stop watch, a pen, a pad and worked out that it was EXACTLY 5 minutes and 4 seconds of injury time to be played, guess what! Alex Ferguson wanted more time added on than that, yes because it`s Mold Trafford he thought he was entitled too extra extra extra time and some just because he is Sir Alex at Mold Trafford! In yer face Alex, I laugh at you Sir, I laugh a lot you spoiled whinge bag, try to achieve what you have with a small club and no money, I recon your services too football is what is helping destroy football ethics and morality and thus you should be stripped of your Knighthood for trying too bring the game into disrepute which is actually an offense in football! Good manager but what a prize cock! Try and do it at a lower level, I bet you`d flounder with no millions and poor officials and all the rest of the things that you take for granted sat up there on your pedestal at the top of the Premiershite!
