Filed under: creativity, music | Tags: Gruff Rhys, Super furry Animals, Wales, welsh music
The title reflects Gruff Rhys' hobby of collecting hotel shampoo bottles. A laudable occupation.
Gruff Rhys is the lead singer in Super Furry Animals. Wales’ finest band by some considerable margin over the last ten years in my humble opinion. So, what to make of a solo outing?
Total control of the qualkity control button is my conclusion.
More super soft arrangements, quality harmonies, particularly when guest singer El Perro Del Mar (great name by the way) pops up on track 9; Space Dust number 2.
This is a great pop record with no pretentions to be any more than that. Wholly recommended.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Casey, Celtic manor, Europe v usa, golf, Golf Ryder cup, Monty, Paudraid harrington, ryder cup, tiger woods, Wales
Having missed most of the four ball play I’m now looking forward to a lazy weekend of viewing the biennial orgy of continentalism. The very loud “oggie oggie, oggie” from the Welsh stands certainly got things going this morning.
It is, of course a strange decision to play such a weather dependent event in the short days of October in one of the wettest countries in the world, but looks like they’ve gotten away with it.
Monty’s early rhetoric (winding up Woods and claiming Europe was already one up after the 4 ball draw) showed what an arrogant fanny he can be – Woods won and Europe are one down!
Harrington should not be here. He looks out of sorts and down on himself. I’d certainly have picked Casey or even Sergio. But ho hum, that’s the way it is.
My prediction is a very narrow European victory.
By the way, you might enjoy the comments just posted by an anonymous contributor on my previous post.
Filed under: football, humour, jokes, politics, Scotland, sports, stories, The Scotsman | Tags: Bertie Vogts, Celtic, European football, Falkirk, George Burley, Hibees, Hibernian FC, International football, Lichtenstein, Rangers, Scotland manager, Scottish Football, SFA, Wales, Walles v Scotland, walter smith
I am not, and never have been, a fan of George Burley. The performance by Scotland against Wales on Saturday defied description in the first half. At 3-0 down we gave away a stone wall penalty that wasn’t given and Marshall, the goalie, should have been sent off. So that would have been 4-0 with ten men. We’d no doubt have shut up shop at that point and sloped off with a four goal defeat. As it was we lost to a bunch of schoolboys by three.
He had to go. And go he has.
Our game is a mess. I mean, let’s face it, Hibs are within a win of topping the league despite a makeshift team in parts and having sold 11 internationalists in five years. How is that possible? I’lll tell you how. Because everyone else is dreadful. And if you want proof of that look at Rangers’ and Celtic’s positions in their European groups. Both bottom, neither with a pot washed.
Investment in Scottish football’s youth (outside of Easter Road) is lamentable and that’s why that old saying “There’s no easy games in international football” is true once again. Scotland is an easy game. Falkirk went out of Europe to a team from Leichtenstien.
Lichstentsien!
In the past, had a Scottish team drawn a team from Lichstentsien we’d have needed a calculator to work out the aggregate score.
So back to Burley. Cheerio and good riddance I say. We’ve had two clowns in charge (Burley and Vogts). It seems remarkable that the rose between those two thorns was dour old Walter Smith who got the team playing again, reaching unheard of heights.
He leaves? Splash, right back in the poo.
Smith is sitting in the Ibrox ejector seat so I suspect the SFA will make the predictable decision to send him a parachute. Indeed this may all be part of a “plan”.
By the way. Check out 60 Watt’s topical Scotsman.com ad in The Scotsman.
Filed under: Arts, humour, jokes, life, tv, videos, work | Tags: Bafta, BATTAs, gavin and stacey, James Corden, Ruth Jones, tv, TV awards, Wales, Welsh
Gavin and Stacey. That’s what’s ocurrin’.
We watched the last episode of series two through tears of mirth and melancholy in almost equal part last night, only seconds after watching the show win two BAFTAs.
Like James Corden I was puzzled by the fact that it was nominated for most things that had a suggestion of funnines about the category, but not best sitcom, but, hey, that’s the BAFTAs for you.
After all, Coronation Street didn’t get a nomination for best Soap. That’s a joke is it not.
Anyway back to the Gavster. This is a magnificent TV series and it all stems from the writing – in this case of James Corden and Ruth Jones. I don’t think the series has reached the critical mass it should have , But it will. Oh yes it will. British comedy at its very, very best.
One further observation on the awards…C4 stuck it right up them. Good on ya C4. We luv ya!
