Monday, March 28, 2011

Rock boys are we

Watched the JCT Final yesterday on TV and I had to admire the sportsmanship shown by both sets of supporters in observing complete silence as a player addressed a penalty or conversion. Right down to the kick in the final minute which was ultimately to determine the destiny of the Cup.

Laudable behaviour which brought back memories.

Pity this sense of fair play doesn't cross over into The Beautiful Game.

The irony of it all is that typically it is policed on match-day by bruisers, scoundrels and ruffians who spent the rest of the week bullying the weak and stealing money off their grannies.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Mise le Meas Championship Weekend 2011

Well, it's all sorted out now with arrangements made for the first and last Mise le Meas Championship weekend on April 30th / 1st May. On the basis that Leeds are going to mess it up in the play-offs, we may as well get this Elland Road thing out of the way now because we ain't gonna see them featuring regularly at the Lane, Bridge of Goodison anytime soon.

Mise le meas should be in great form and his knowledge of all things Leeds will be tested as we come face-to-face with some diehards as, over lunch, we quaff the finest wines the region can produce. Time therefore to get familiar with a few of the ground rules:


  1. Don't mention Clough and don't look for his picture on the wall in the Legends Suite

  2. Pretend you're related to Johnny Giles

  3. If you can't understand what a local is saying to you just reply "Ecky thump, by gum" and offer to shake hands

  4. Remember it's Emmerdale - not Coronation Street

  5. Easy on the faryard animals noises and no sudden sheep sounds when near the gents

  6. A great topic for debate is the War of the Roses - it appears no-one knows who won it. The daft buggers.

  7. Don't mention Cantona either - a big no-no

  8. Please keep an eye on Mike if he wanders. Nostalgia, emotion and elation will be rampant and the locals might not take too lightly to the stuff we put up with.
Finally, remember these guys idolise Billy fuckin Bremner:

An interesting footnote on Emmerdale from Wikipedia:

The farmyard filming techniques of Emmerdale Farm were originally modelled on the revolutionary soap-opera The Riordans, made by RTÉ, Ireland's broadcaster, from the mid-1960s to the end of the 1970s. Th e Riordans broke new ground for soap operas by being filmed largely out of doors (on a farm owned in the storyline by Tom and Mary Riordan) rather than the usual practice of British and American soap operas, of shooting almost completely in studios (where 'outdoor' scenes were sometimes filmed indoors). The Riordans pioneered farmyard location shooting with real farm animals and actors driving tractors.

In the 1960s and 1970s, outdoor filming of television programmes using OBUs (Outdoor Broadcast Units) was in its infancy due to the far higher costs involved and the reliance on things like the weather that were out of the control of the programme makers. The success of The Riordans showed that a soap opera could be filmed largely out of doors. Yorkshire Television sent people to The Riordans set in County Meath, Ireland to see the making of the programme at first hand.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Different Government, same shite



    So here we are, one month after the election which was going to change everything and we’re being dealt the same old shite again. Evidence of corrupt behaviour in Government leading us to remember (how could we have forgotten?) the good old Irish qualities we have come to know and hate over the last forty years - arrogant and abject denials of the truth made by individuals who believe they are more important than the system; a lack of transparency; an inability on the part of the State to act and most damningly a return to Civil War politics with the two protagonists merely having swopped sides in the Dail chambers. How snugly the boots seem to fit Michael Martin as sits atop his new moral high horse. Remember where all this came from, you Cork prick.

    The change which the country needs quite simply didn’t happen and we will now be left with the punitive IMF deal, a demoralised youth and a reputation so flawed globally that even the tourists don’t want to come because “it’s just not the same craic”. The opportunity to effect radical change was missed and so we lapse back into the old system of politics and governance. Yes, through the visibility of the press (the effective opposition) the corruption might gradually be cleaned up but you can rest assured that power will remain with an elite few, and their arrogance, egotism, and self-centred behaviour will ensure that, sooner or later, we piss any progress we make right back up against that wall.

    Troubled by the matter of Lowry, I consulted with my learned friends. They too, or rather their profession, had a lot to answer for, intent as they had been on creating a legal system which had failed the people and served only to maximise the time and distance between guilt and punishment. Their insight on the issue was remarkable.

    Firstly Brusselsblue, who did the smart thing in the eighties and didn’t come home – he now finishes his email with an “Erin go bragh”:
    “Met him (Obrien) at the Leinster v Racing Metro game in Paris. He bought me and the Irish ambassador a drink. I may regret accepting it (which I did with relish). Why is it the Arabs in Tunisia, Egypt and Libya know when enough is enough - but the Irish people will take this on the chin without question. In the north riding they will be cheering him (Lowry) on "the boyo". I would crucify him and put his body in a lime bath. If he is innocent he can come back as an apparition and give some employment to the area”

    Chelski, who stayed in Ireland to ride the gravy train (plush mansion in leafy suburb – proudly an ex Rock boy – see below) pointed succinctly to the core of the problem:
    “Shattering to think FG are just like FF. 6 (YES SIX) of the current cabinet were in government when O'Brien "won" the license. Cabinet responsibility my arse. The only good think is that it took a man, like me, schooled in Willow Park AND in Blackrock to find them out. Good one Mossie.”

    Mise le Meas (Venture Capitalist of the Year 2008) had another angle on O’Brien, and also got back to the core issue of football:
    “Resident in Malta me arse – saved CGT on the sale of his shares in Esat – pays some of Trappatoni’s salary – value of his Caribbean interests > €1 billion. Declan Ganley, Lochlann Quinn … all the under bidders are coming – should keep the Courts busy”

    All valid points and well made. But let’s face it - the truth is simple, and frightening. We’re not fit to rule ourselves and we’re best suited to shouting in the kitchen at parties, or, full of gargle, dozing off in the back row at midnight Mass. But don’t, please don’t ask us to behave properly, to act selflessly, or to show strong morals and dignity because that's for the fuckin' birds.

    Maybe when the Queen visits in May, we can ask her to stay and we can get back to the old days.

    Wednesday, March 16, 2011

    Gerry gets his chance to pull



    Love the tank top, Gerry.

    Taxi for Maicon - Take me on

    Brilliant animated video of Bale, and one of the originals from the eighties with appropriate lyrics.

    Poetry (Haiku) - A Prayer for Japan by Yiddo

    Haiku is one of the most important forms of traditional Japanese poetry. Haiku is, today, a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables.

    I have taken a few poetic liberties in my prayer for Japan.



    The Ides of March,
    Hiroshige on the wall,
    We watch the tv.

    Helpless to assist,
    We watch updates on Sky,
    And turn to our God.

    Thursday, March 10, 2011