No real connection to any of the four of us (as least I don't think so), but what an amazing piece of footage. The Zapruder film from the Grassy Knoll.
Friday, July 31, 2009
2004 was the year we met ZZ Top on the Friday night and while Gerry, Mike and I tried to audition for a place in the band, Brian tried to convince the budding thespian from Brussels that he was "never gonna be a star" (Kevin Johnson). I can't remember his name (Marcus?) but Tartoof reliably informed us that he was absolutely shite on the boards and certainly not in his league. As can be seen above the information was taken sceptically.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
This year the Premiership site is offering a Predict the Score competition also - similar to the one which Brian and I entered last year but you other dummies could not access. I have set-up a league in this as well and you will receive a message from the site inviting you to join.
Last year's results (and first bragging rights) were:
4. Mise le Meas
I look forward to duelling with you all again. Let the games commence.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
And the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.
Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went - -
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.
You spend 40 years building up friendships which has got you through studying in Blackrock, chamber-maiding in Dusseldorf, pipe-smoking in Donegal, the Law Courts, Belfield Bar, Mount Anville Girls and Uytewaal, hostelling in Kerry, vomiting in urinals and Zilverberg and then one fine November evening a Yank just strolls into town and tries to demolish it all. John B Keane's "The Field" all over again.
But this time not a patch of land but a quiz book - how could we have expected the American to understand what it meant to us - more than life itself as you punched the air because you, and only you, knew that the capital of Mongolia was Ulan Bator. Fuck the rest of them and that put you two ahead.
Mark, when you read this, remember - while we can't forgive you - we will forget. Bunny Carr you'll never be.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
"At times one remains faithful to a cause only because its opponents do not cease to be insipid" - Nietzsche.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The rivalry between certain people was intense although Gerry used to take the piss out of Brian by snigggering at his inept jostling and posturing prior to throw in. As they say, he had him in his pocket all the way along.
Frankly, Mike's performance round the dinner table at Goodison was bloody embarassing. Let's face it the scouse lads knew fuck all about Peig Sayers and when the talk moved on to football, they knew appreciably more than him about Leeds United. There's clearly a lot of work to be done Mike and you have to get your knowledge about Leeds United legends a little bit above the team of 72. Get working on it, please because we're fed up carrying you. Learn a little about Arthur Graham and the like.
Don't be pissed off though - at least we didn't mention the debacle in 2003 when you got zonked early and slept through most of the evening ..........
......... of course looking at the company you were keeping it was easy to see why you "nodded off".
Mise le meas.
We're all a bit worried about the swine flu but we so easily forget that it was rampant in London about eight years ago, forcing Brusselsblue to go to bed early while Gerry and I made attempts to liven up the night along the Kings Road. Taking Alan Hudson in tow, and pleading allegiance to Denis Thatcher (what were we thinking about) we stormed the Kings Road Conservative Club and bowled them over with our ultra-right wing and left wing policies (respectively). The Irish doorman (38 years experience) was a bit confused.
Anyhow, above is Bruselsblue taking his medicine, before the game (twice!) and sitting with his buttocks tightly clenched the following day at the Bridge.
Boy did we give that boy the day of his life. Not only the t-shirts, but it was also the first time he had met Gerry Coll in person.
Just in case we forget how good this guy was have a look at the clip below. While you guys at Chelsea Leeds and Everton had shorty doing the business, down in North London we had to be content with the brilliant, mercurial Alfie Conn - himself an absolute legend. Anyway, here's Dunc...........