Filed under: Arts, family, tv | Tags: britain's got talent, Shahin Jafargholi, stavros flatley
The human saxophone was a highlight of particular silliness. He sounds no more a saxophone than I do a cultured media observer.
But it was a victory for minor ethnic minorities. Cyprus kicked ass in the form of the somewhat absurd Stavros Flatley. It is so bad it’s nearly good and Dad’s fawning over Flatley Jr is a real (cynical?) vote winner. For me though, the stars of the show were MD Showgroup who lost out in the final vote to Welsh Iranian Shahin Jafargholi. An oddly mature voice for a 12 year old.
Certainly kicks Susan Boyle into touch. That’s for sure.
Filed under: family, the apprentice, tv | Tags: Howard Ebison, the apprentice
So Howard Ebison predictably bit the dust.
I say predictably because that’s what this series is. There’s just no real drama. There’s nobody I particularly like or dislike. Howard was just getting gradually sidelined and was likely to go fairly soon. And the task was really pretty dull. In actual fact there was no strong case for any of the losing team to be ousted more than the other. Yawn.
For what it’s worth, my money’s on Lorraine. Debra’s too gobby and Kate’s just not cutting it. James could sneak through on the ‘whatever’ ticket.
Filed under: football, sports | Tags: Champions League, Champions League Final, manchester utd, barcelona, FC Barcelona, Lionel Mess, Pep Guardiola, Iniesta, xavi, FC Barcelona v Manchester United, Barceklona v Man Utd, Barcelona 2 Man Utd 0
I was cheering on Manchester Utd last night. But there wasn’t much to cheer about. Barca, and in particular Messi, Xavi and the utterly outstanding Iniesta sent them homewards to think again.
Credit to Alex Ferguson at the end of the match. He acknowledged that Manchester Utd (whom English commentators insist in calling The Greatest Team on Earth) were soundly beaten by the better team and that his young team would learn from the experience. The trouble is Barca (with the exception of a few notables such as Henri and Puyol) are hardly geriatrics.
What’s more, Barca had no more than a makeshift defence and a goalie that was supposed to be a weak link. I’d hate to think what might have been the outcome if Barca’s defence had been at full strength. As it happens after the first ten minutes they were barely troubled.
A great match and a peerless performance.
I wonder how great Pep Guardiola will be when he gains some experience!
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Is this Obama’s greatest speech?
I love it.
Filed under: Arts, Youtube, family, life | Tags: britain's got talent, Diversity, diversity v Flawless, Flawless, susan Young
So. It’s a Sharks v Jets final.
Susan Boyle has burned her boats by becoming a cocky cheeky bitch. (And singing crap.)
It’s all about Diversity versus Flawless and my money is very firmly on Diversity.
Nothing else has a chance.
Their acts may be almost identical but Diversity have got the kids man. And they ain’t afraid to use them.
When brainwashed common-sense-dodgers like these start firing nuclear weapons we need to stand back and take a view. I mean, if you walked to the shops like this you’d be straight into therapy.
I am a big fan of The Ingleby Gallery, hidden away behind Waverley Station on Calton Road. It’s new, it’s creative and it shows extraordinary work that I’ve commented on before in my blog. Last week I popped in to check out this remarkable exhibition by Francesca Woodman.
An American photographer from Denver, she committed suicide, in 1981 at the age of 22.
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Her work is intensely personal and much of it is self-portraiture. It’s mainly female nudes (many of them her) that shows how much she must have loathed herself as few, if any, show her face in a good light.
The prints are small and Silver Gelatin – I think - (as you’ll be familiar with if you saw Ansell Adams’ show in Edinburgh last year)
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Filed under: Rants, politics | Tags: MP theft, thieves, toffe nosed thieving bastards
Shottie (An Edinburgh and Lothians term meaning “Look out” – (goanie keep shottie while ah chorey some tabs: shottie! thurs a car comin’ etc.)
Sir Nicholas and Ann Winterton obviously spotted that the ‘choreying polis’ were ontae them today. So they’ve gone and done a runner. The thieving pricks. £82k or so of property benefit placed ‘in trust’ for their toffee nosed kiddie winkles.
The pressure of choreying cash from the taxpayer had obviously got to them.
Shame.
A New Zealand couple applied for a $4,000 loan from their bank.
The bank, by mistake paid $4,000,000 into their account.
They immediately emigrated (after first transferring the funds to another bank).
I like that.
Filed under: Arts, family, humour, life, tv | Tags: Ant and dec, britain's got talent, Diversity, itv, saturday night TV, susan Bopyle, talent show
Oh. What a great first semi final tonight.
“The whole world’s talking about it.” said the presenters who most wanted/needed “the whole world” to be talking about it.
Anyway, in a travesty of a public vote the woman who isn’t actually all that ugly and certainly isn’t all that good at singing (although she’s quite good) walked off with the public’s vote.
By FAR the best act, “Diversity”, were faced with a shoot out against the grannies’ favourite; the sweet (but rubbish) wee lassie, Natalie Okri.
Common sense ensured that the best act, by far, is in the final.
Julie Neidenko, the Latvian pole dancer, who claims to be a belly dancer, but doesn’t actually belly dance caught my (and Simon’s) eye.
When Darth Jackson took his mask off Ria immediately categorised him as a peado and that Latvian burd as a prossie. (I’d like to say that as author of this blog I do not necessarily subscribe to either of my 14 year old daughter’s views.)
What I do think though is that public nonsense could take a very average singer to surprising levels of success and I’m not in agreement with that. Even if she is Scottish.
Come on Diversity!
Filed under: Jeana's Gardening, Scotland, Suntrap Garden Centre for Lifelong Learning, gardening, life, stories, work | Tags: days out, Days out in Scotland, gardens, horticulture, suntrap, Suntrap Garden, what's on today, whats oin in Scotland
The sun is shining and Jeana and I are off the Suntrap Open Day where she will be smiling gracefully behind the plant stall whilst I humph sacks of shit from one end of the site to the other, sweating like a bag of cheese.
Nice.
Filed under: football, humour, jokes, life, sports, stories | Tags: Charlton Athletic, Charlton FC, Chelsea, fog, foggy bummer, goalkeeper, Sam Bartram
Sam Bartram was Charlton’s goalkeeper from 1934 till 1956. In that long and distinguished career perhaps one tale stands out. I read it in the Guardin the other day and it amused me. He was keeping goal in a match aianst Chelsea in a proverbial Pea Souper of a fog. The game must have been going well he thought becuause was not even called into action for the first 15 minutes. Indeed, his first encounter with a fellow human being was when a figure emerged from the fog. But it wasn’t an opposing player, it was a copper.
“What are you doing here.” the copper exclaimed. “The game was abandoned before kick off and the feild’as completely empty.
Nobody, it seemed, had seen the need to tell the goalie..”
Footnote: A Foggy Bummer is the Scottish name for a Bumble Bee. (did you see what I did there?)
I’m afraid this post will only appeal to those of a certain age and from a certain geographic base.
When I was a kid bread came in hauf loafs and the king of the hauf loaf was the Milanda.
Indeed my late father drove a Milanda van for some time, delivering to bakeries.
The reason for my post is that I met a bloke in Glasgow today who told me a brilliant story about Milanda (The advertising catchphrase, in the 60’s, was “Demand a Milanda”)
His story is that he met a lady in Ireland recently called Milanda and he was surprised by this. Asking the derivation of her name she told him that her older sister had been tasked with naming the newborn and that she had taken a shine to the wee lassie in the bread ad (of the 60’s) “That wee Milanda lassie.”
Apparently she’d thought the girl, as opposed to the bread, was called Milanda.
Thank god she wasn’t watching the Ronseal ad.
Played Tom at the Golf tonight.
The heavens opened after 13 holes and we had to abandon. But it was certainly interesting. He was three up after four. It was all square at the turn and I was three up at the conclusion. We called it an honourable draw. Tee hee hee.
Filed under: Jeana's Gardening, Suntrap Garden Centre for Lifelong Learning, gardening, photography | Tags: Edinburgh, garden advice, gardening, gardening scotland, perennial, suntrap garden open day, visit scotland
It’s been a very busy month getting ready for the Open Day. It’s this Sunday, 24 May, from 10.30 am to 4.30 pm.
We’re donating to Perennial, Gardeners’ Royal Benevolent Society.
It’s always a good day out with gardening demonstrations, advice, plant sales, children’s games and this year there will be a beautiful 18 month old snowy owl called Eubee. For more information check out the Suntrap blog.
There’s an added bonus this year, Mark and I are volunteering in the garden centre.
Why not come along and enjoy a great day out.
Filed under: Arts, Youtube, music, tv, videos | Tags: damien Rice, jools holland, lisa hannigan, sea sew
I was totally blown away by her performance on Jools on Friday. Never heard of her before. I will be queuing up for her CD, Sea Sew, at the earliest opportunity. (In fact I’ve ordered it already) Fantastic videos below. Just please don’t compare her to Bjork.
Filed under: Uncategorized
The annual Arran trip is impending. I leave in an hour. Wish me luck. Sadly I am distinctly out of practice so the last two years when I was runner up looks like a highly unlikely outcome.
Filed under: Arts, family, life, sports, stories, tv | Tags: Dorian Pascowitz, surfing, surfwise
If you missed this brilliant documentary I pity you.
It told the tale of the ultimate beach bum (Dorian Pascowitz) who had 9 kids, chose to have no job, and a life on the road.
Initially I was dead jealous, but reality kicked in.
In one nasty scene Dorian (surf supremo of all time) spoke to two of his sons saying to one of them that “Joshua’s full of muscles Abraham.”
and to the other “And Abraham, you’re full of fat.”
Sibling comparison is not a good technique in my book.
The man turned from hero to zero, but later in the film came back (a bit).
Cool show though with all that 50’s and 60’s surf stuff. Watch it!
The fact that Question Time was hogged by one theme tonight (MPs theiving their expenses) says a lot about the state, and most importantly, the morality of politics in the UK.
The emphasis has been wholly on those who have blatantly transgressed the clearly quoted guidelines.
They are, in my book, dodgers and should be punished accordingly.
I’d like to see a list of the good guys though, because I do not believe the systematic ripping off of expenses is either endemic or universal.
Hail, hail Vince Cable.
Filed under: Arts, Scotland, humour, jokes, life, stories, theatre | Tags: Edinburgh, Gagarin Way, gregory burke, Hoors, Scottish Theatre, the black watch, The Traverse, traverse theatre
A Scottish word meaning ladies of the night. Not particularly a term of affection and one used frequently in Fife where people refer to one another as “ya hoor ye.”
It’s an appropriate title then for Gregory Burke’s latest play which is currently premièring at he Traverse because Burke is fiercely proud of his Fife-ness. His first play ‘Gagarin Way’ is named after a street in Fife which, in turn, is rather randomly named after the famous cosmonaut who has, to my knowledge, as much Fife Blood in him as I have Russian.
The Black Watch, the regiment that inspired Burke’s tour de force, are largely recruited from Fife, and Hoors is set in Fife in the aftermath of a calamitous stag night where the bridegroom to be only goes and dies.
We open in the bride to be’s living room as she prepares for the following day’s funeral with her sister; pishing it up.
They’re waiting on a couple of lads. The ‘brides’ bit on the side and his mate; a right Jack the lad (in his shady past).
The play, literally, rotates between the bride’s bedroom and living room where various debates and revelations unravel themselves over the next hour and a half.
Sex and death. Or shagging and copping it are the main themes in a show that is peppered with hilarious one-liners and foul-mouthed observations. But great insights and depth of meaning seemed pretty thin on the ground. That’s fine by me, as not everything has to carry the burden of enlightenment with it. But I gather Mr Burke is a bit hacked off with the post-Black Watch expectations which mark this, to some, as a weak follow up.
I can’t comment. I’ve read Gagarin Way which I liked very much but I didn’t see the Black Watch.
Both Jeana and I enjoyed this. But it’s a Chinese meal of a play. Good at the time but you’re still craving a chippy at midnight.
Filed under: Arts, humour, jokes, life, photography | Tags: contraception, papal johnnies, the pope
Hurrah! Amy got a job at the Dakota Hotel in South Queensferry as a waitperson.
I wouldn’t want to prejudice her fledgling career by making comment on her job title.
So shall I leave it to you lot instead?
I mean. It exists as a word. See…
wait·per·son (wāt′pʉr′sən)
noun
wait⋅per⋅son
| a waiter or waitress. |
Origin:
wait(er) or wait(ress) + -person
Filed under: football, humour, jokes, life | Tags: drogba, drogba disgrace hip hop remix, drogba's disgrace, swearing, uefa champions league
Filed under: Arts, Rants, Scotland, advertising, life, politics, stories | Tags: . allotments, 60 watt, austerity, brocolli, credit crunch, grow your own food, marketing, marketing in a recession, recession, Rob Wilson photography, scottish advertising
The latest instalment of 60 Watt’s Austerity campaign.
I’m very fond of this execution. But…it reminds me of my childhood.
Toiling in my father’s allotment for what? I’ll tell you for what! Broccoli.
Twenty frigging tons a year of broccoli.
I hated broccoli; it gave me the frickin’ boak. We had broccoli stew, broccoli pasta, broccoli salad, boiled broccoli, roasted broccoli, summer broccoli, winter broccoli, spring broccoli, purple sprouting broccoli. We even had Cubby bloody Broccoli.
We had broccoli salad, broccoli soup (that was OK I suppose), broccoli and eggs, broccoli and broccoli, raw broccoli, microwaved broccoli, broccoli tart, broccoli ice cream (actually I made that one up) and last but not least, leftover broccoli.
I HATED BROCCOLI.
This ad gives me nightmares.
Filed under: Hibees, Rants, Scotland, for sale, sports, stories | Tags: Edinburgh derby, Hearts, Hearts 0 Hibs 1, Hibs, riordan, Scottish Football, SPL
Last night I went to see Copenhagen at The Lyceum. A play about nuclear physics nd mathematics. If you read my previous post you’ll know I found it a kinda boring experience, but I’d gladly have gone every night for a week in preference to watching this cack in a freezing cold Tynecastle Stadium. What a lot of shite. The quality of play defied belief and given that a strong wind blew throughout you’d have thought the players might have opted to play the ball near the ground.
Nope.
Astonishingly the only goal of the game came from a goal kick INTO the wind by Hibs goalie Yves Makalamity that fell at Riordan’s feet on the edge of the box. He was pulled down for a penalty and scored.
I cannot conceive of when I would next choose to go to a Scottish professional football game. The three I’ve been to this year have ALL been crap.
We were in the corporate hospitality bit, but they ran out of hospitality grub before the match before anyone in our group had had a bite to eat. Very impressive.
So, no Prawn Sandwiches for me.
And Hibs were shite too by the way.
By now, dear reader, you will be familiar with my connection with The Lyceum and my ceaseless stream of praise for this season’s work. But the time has come for me to lay bare my soul and confess that I did not enjoy the closing show of the season. The critics did (hugely), my fellow audience members did. But me? Nope, sorry.
On the plus side it was brilliantly acted – there can be no question of how astounding the performances were in this hugely complex and dense play.
But really, I did not like the script one bit. A shame because all the critics raved and even fawned over Michael Frayn’s writing. And if you know me well enough you’ll know that I always say “it’s all in the writing.” It’s brilliantly written – no question – but so’s The Iliad and I didn’t enjoy that either.
The ceaseless dialogue is believable, real and very intense. But, I’m sorry to say I just found it boring. (It might just be me. Maybe I don’t have the depth of intellect required to enjoy this show.) I quickly got lost in the complex and, I felt, a bit contrived plotting twists and time changes. What’s more the subject matter; nuclear physics, mathematics and the beauty of them left me cold.
And it’s long. Very.
So, sorry to close on a low, but you know you just can’t please all the people all of the time.
One very positive technical note though. I loved the lighting.
