tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55052192011-04-21T23:29:51.275ZStavroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06433598327776302143noreply@blogger.comBlogger861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505219.post-1139083152713480782006-02-04T19:46:00.000Z2006-02-04T20:02:34.793Z

Don't Mess With Maths KidsThe result of a huge worldwide survey are in. The votes have been counted and a tidy-looking pie chart has been created. Everyone knows you can't argue with statistics, so I'm proud to announce the new, improved Blog of Stavros. It's now a real bona-fide website, with me own address and everything. In orange. Wow. Like the ambassador with a tray of nutty chocs, Blog of

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It's good but it's not rightMuch like many a soft-rock gig-goer in late Eighties West Germany, I can hear the wind of change. Luckily it's not the frigging Scorpions I'm listening to. Four weeks into the New Year and I think my resolution is becoming clear. I'm looking for a job and home in Aberystwyth. After two interviews in the last couple of weeks, I know I'm not unemployable or shackled to

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Hardcore CampaignerYou know our kid has a political streak, well I thought it was about time I campaigned for summat. So I looked at protesting for a free Palestine, I looked at Heathrow's third runway and the destruction of Sipson village. In the end the fight that most needed my support and worldwide influence was the campaign to bring back the Wispa. Cadbury's ended the life of the Wispa in

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New as in not oldOne and a half weeks into the new year, and I've already done two things that are newish to me. First, on Friday I had a job interview at a large Japanese manufacturers. My first ever proper interview. It went quite well, but the job wasn't what I wanted (lime green jackets, huge open plan office, strict timekeepers, angry factory workers at your desk when their pay is wrong

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Festivities crash and burnI trust you all had an adequately indulgent Christmas. I did. There's some pictures about somewhere of the Day-After-Boxing-Day Party (where I spectacularly out-drunk everyone - especially Monsieur Pardoe) and the New Year's Party (where I didn't, but I did win a little gory nodding head thing in a raffle).Some scientist or other reckons today is the most depressing day

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Stav Tunes Top 10 Singles of 2006It's the post you've been waiting for. Inspired by my opinion that it has been a good year for music, I have an early Christmas present for you all. All the tunes listed below are for download until later in January, they are for sample purposes only. If you want to buy anything you've heard on this site, try here, here or here. Downloads will be taken down

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Johnny Mathis must sufferSo here it is. As Noddy Holder reminds us at the drop of a mirror-plated hat, "it's Christmas". The hairy one may have a complexion like the inside of a teapot, but the World's Best Brummy™ is finally right. About time too. Working all week has taken a bit of the excitement away, but I was in the boozer and therefore officially festive, by midday. Which was good, because

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Ill CommunicationAs some of you might know, my mam's been poorly of late. Appendicitis no less. I'd make a rubbish doctor, I thought it was constipation or indigestion brought on by too many Tunnocks Teacakes. I've been visiting the hospital all week, which is pretty horrible really, especially when the only jokes I can make are at the unfortunate expense of others. Still, she's home now and

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First Advent Chocolate... was a log. I took my last holiday day before Christmas today. I've spent most of it getting rid of last night's Baltikas. I had a great load of booze and a good night was had. I was trying to understand Rich's cuddly brand of racism, which is admittingly more of a just-add-water Essex elitism. I applied for a job, but I didn't get it. I'm not surprised. To be honest my

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La Dolce VitaFriday night was party night at the Shropshire. And very good it was too. i really enjoyed myself, more than I expected. Merk sang pretty well. The hot meat baps were top drawer and the magician was infuriatingly impressive. But just how many girls have tattoos? Not a good look with a cocktail dress.My whole week off, which now seems an eterntiy ago, was quietly great. I mainly just

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Little Yellow SpiderI'm far far far far too pissed to blog proper. I drank wine in the Crown. Much to the surprise of Fulla, Fella and Old Man Rich. It bit back though. I re-decorated the downstairs toilet with chewed ham, mushroom and chilli pizza. I feel a bit better now, but Merk cleaned it up for me, so I'm now forever in his debt. Who knows what depravity awaits your humble writer. Here's

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The Third SeasonI share a love-hate relationship with Autumn. I love watching the leaves golden and fall like confetti. I love kicking them afterwards and feeling about 6 years old. I love the way the night closes in early and makes everything seem cosy. The office blocks lit up like cruise liners sailing on the shining grey carparks. But I hate being stuck outside work in the dark, in the cold

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BadheadShit a brick, I overdid it last night. Drinking is a great teacher of the duality of life. If you enjoy yourself too much, you'll suffer in the morning. Simple and very fucking effective. Some leper child is bouncing a ball on the road. Thud thud thud. I'm sure it's just to piss me off. It's working. I'm getting wound up. I'm looking at this picture of kittens in a barrel to cool my anger.

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Work Work Work Pub Club SleepI am writing this post as pissed as I ever have written anything I think, so excuse the usually exquisite spelling and grammar just this once. The evening started as so many do, at the Crown with Merk, Fulla, Austin, Fella, Old Man Rich et al. I have drunk as many Baltikas as it'd take to knock out a Siberian elephant if such a thing existed. Then I went back to some

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Life Will Be The Death of MeAnother week at work, the more it begins to resemble an aircraft departure lounge. It hit hard when Shaz and Damo left, not only losing good friends but that vital office escape chat - necessary for survival in the bean counter's jungle. One thing at least to enjoy in a long working day. Well now, Emma's leaving. Not a best buddy by any stretch, but one of those

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The Importance of Being IdleI read a great excerpt from a book by Tom Hodgkinson recently. I'm trying to live my life around it. It's about laziness. I had a couple of days off work to try it out. Laziness is a sin, idleness a waste. The writer put it that it wasn't so. Many a great man had been an idle one. Dr Johnson the great literary figure of the 18th Century (yes, Robbie Coltrane in

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One Way Ticket on the Funicular Railway of DoomBusy old times. Well not really, I never am. But if you want to write an interesting blog, you have to at least give the impression that you lead an interesting life. I am absolutely skint. Brassic. Unloaded. Not in debt though. Well not financially, anyway. I went on a blogger's outing last night. We (me, Merk, Rich, Old Bob, Fulla and Austin) went

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Mountain PeopleAs I wrote a couple of days back, that things change quickly in this town once one rubs away the laid-back veneer. Well somethings never do. I visited Andys Records this morning's spitting weather. Stacked as ever like a audio tardis, I've been visiting this little shop since I got into music back in the early 90s. I used to buy Britpop fringe stuff and rare vinyls and discs by

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Strange News From Another StarI felt a bit melancholy walking around a grey Aberystwyth today, it seems Merk took the weather with him. I strolled past the shops looking for somewhere, something to eat. I bought a newspaper and wanted to spend the afternoon in The Cabin, a chilled-out old fashioned café where no-one minds if you smoke or sit there all day. It seems I wasn't the only one with that

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Auf WeidersenQuieter day today. Went with Merk to Wetherspoons for some fodder and liquid revitilisation. As we were tucking in a train come in, no worries but that meant we had two hours to kill before the Merkster had to go home. He seemed a bit down, so we went back to the pier, and yes, I won him a Winnie the Pooh this time. He was no more enthusiastic than yesterday. At least this one stayed

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Pocketful of TwopencesWoke up without too much of a hangover after a good night's sleep in an unfamiliar bed. Mulled about a bit waiting for Merk to get up. When he did we went for a walk along the seafront. It was a warm afternoon, the sun was shining strong with the gentle sea breeze just freshening it up. There were some tasty lasses on the beach in various stages of undress, which was nice.

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Grey SkiesWe ascended the train under unassuming grey skies, the day still steamy from the stormy night before. Still hoarse from the shouting it had done. The Wild West beckoned. I spent most of the two hour journey winding Merk up with endless enthusiastic questions, I was geting on his nerves. When not acting like a child I was trying to eye a girl further down the carriage, it was working too

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Two Steps on the WaterLast night was a good night up at the dogtrack. I didn't make much money, I think I had a nett loss of 20 pence, but obviously I was drinking heavily so like the acorn that grew substantially. Twas a good laugh nonetheless. It did take me until race twelve (of twelve) to finally take some cash back off the bookies though. It's a funny sound up there though, some accents

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Blurfing (n. The activity of casually blogging while being paid to work – from Slurfing) Blogger for Word, eh! How ace is that at work? Ideal for blurfing. Theoretically I could blog as much as Rich (not gonna happen I’m too lazy), and it just looks like I’m working. Genius. Talking of work, I’m reminded that at some point during the weekend’s epic Ashes action Andrew Flintoff’s batting average

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Mobile phones are cackInspired by the comments from this post on Merk's site.Stav.

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Help The AgedI'm not at all happy with all this Britpop being 10 years old shite (here, here and here). It's not because I reckon Britpop really got going with Parklife and Definitely Maybe, both released in 1994, or because it was a pretty crap label for a handful of disparate bands. No, it's because it makes me feel so god damn old. Shit label or not, I was well into it, Blur t-shirt,

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Bell and BailsFirstly Sunday morning. The cricket - Wow! Can't say I particularly enjoyed it, not till the last wicket anyway. The newspapers are more full of cricket than I can ever remember, which I think is great for the game. The country has a new sporting hero too, I think Freddy Flintoff has just etched his name onto Sport Personality of the Year, and unlike many past winners he actually

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"No way you big spastic! You're a mentalist!"I don't normally blog from work, but I'm so desperately bored. I've got next to nothing to do. So I'm eating my ham and emmental panini (I know, I know), I've already picked my horses, checked my email, read the Guardian, the BBC, Mailwatch, Independent, and even the Times. Dunno what to do now, just waiting to go to the pub at one o'clock. I must

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"AreyouKen?" indeedI'm full of a bastard cold at the minute. I'm listening to Stone Roses' Second Coming ("I liked it"), through the occasional crackling of my own ear-phlegm. It really is as pleasant as it sounds. Well the Test match was a disappointment, especially after the way it started. The regular wickets on Thursday caused a procession of Australians leading back into the pavilion quicker

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BBQ and AshesGreat barbeque on Saturday night. Smoke, beers, charred chicken, hot-dogs, fireworks, top notch. I wasn't going to bed until all the beer had gone. I was trolleyed, and suffered a bit on Sunday, although nowhere near as much as I rightly should've.I finally set up my own flickr account. While there, I had a wander around the world of public photography, and stumbled upon these folk

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The Power of Three (Nil)Well, it has been quite a week hasn't it. Thursday was a memorable day, for obvious and tragic reasons. That day brewed that emotive cocktail of fear, excitement and sorrow. I spent the afternoon guiltily flicking between the news channels like a digital rubberknecker. I can't say that I was totally surprised, but that doesn't make it any less tragic or shocking. There has

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Tessa Jowell's faceWell, I couldn't be any less excited about London being awarded the Olympic Games for 2012. I think the Olympics are shite really. The boxings alright, but track and field is bobbins, swimming isn't sport it is drowning evasion, and fucking gymnastics? The trouble I have with the Olympics is that I'm a big fan of the minority sports like Football, Rugby Union and Cricket. Now

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International Language of ScreamingBooo, pity poor Maria. The lovely grunting one was knocked out of the Wimbledon semis by the self-styled ghetto princess, the planetary-monikered lankier Williams sister.Talking of lovely blonde ladies, Georgina Thompson off Sky Sports News is a big favourite of mine. Listening to her informing me of who Wrexham have released on a free transfer, or who

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Danish DecorumI went to the races at Uttoxeter on Sunday. It was a glorious day, and a thoroughly enjoyable one too. I had to limit my gambling as it was a few day before pay day, but I managed to make a slight profit (about a tenner), mainly thanks to a 33-1 placer. I took some nice photos. We had a barbeque later that afternoon, and I caught the sun a bit. Nice. I joined the Summer Burn on

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StavSport Dettori-sizedThe Lions second string looked much better this morning against a tough and eager Otago team. Some of the set moves started to come off and they were slightly better at the breakdown. Even so, most of the players on show under the Dunedin floodlights won't be lining up for that dodgy 'anthem' in Christchurch next Saturday. Geordan Murphy and Shane Williams looked lively and

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90 mph MullettI'm writing this while watching the England-Australia Twenty20 match, so bear with me.Using the random links in that questionaire I did last week, I browsed through a number of blogs that caught my eye. There's some cool photos of the Buddha's birthday on this one. Many happy returns Sid. FOUR! More nice photos on this, I dunno what they're writing about but it looks nice. Check out

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I Ain't No Hollerback MemeAs requested:Total number of books owned:150 ishLast book bought:Brilliant Orange (The Neurotic Genius of Dutch Football) - David WinnerLast book read:Himalaya - Michael PalinFive books that mean a lot to you:Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame; On the Road - Jack Kerouac; Great Expectations - Charles Dickens; Importance of Being Earnest - Oscar Wilde; Playfair

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Longshot Kick de BucketI went to Old Man Rich's on Saturday morning to watch the first Lions rugby match against Bay of Plenty. It was an early start, I got up at 7:30, which is about an hour earlier than a weekday. It was a good laugh, with Fulla, Austin and the host himself. Rich put on a great breakfast, sausages, bacon, the works. I gave it 21 mins into the match before cracking open the

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Eastern Standard TimeI'm trying hard to do nothing at work this morning, but the telephone keeps a-ringing, or the bosses keep a-walking past my desk. The second Test starts in half an hour, that'll keep me busy. It's a good sporting weekend coming up, with the cricket, the first match of the Lions tour tomorrow morning and it's Derby Day at Epsom tomorrow too (Gypsy King on the nose and an

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30 Pieces of SilverAn uneventful Bank Holiday, my actions restricted by the deepening crisis that is my wallet. Still, a day off is a day off I suppose. I'll just spend it playing Football Manager. I get paid tomorrow, which is really fucking useful after a holiday weekend, thats what you get for working for accountants I guess, they hate parting with their money. What's more the Sky has been cut

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Take It EasyIt was a famous weekend in Aberystwyth. The weather was perfect, the beers a-flowing and the company was spot on. The B&B was a cosy place, with Merk's snoring as a soundtrack. The Wetherspoons provided a useful day-time meeting point and served VB too. After we checked in on Friday afternoon we played about on the beach waiting for late arrivals Macca and Merk, skimming stones and

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Time Longer Than RopeThank the Lord, a weekend in Aberystwyth starts tomorrow. The way work is at the moment I hope I'm not on the train home on Sunday. So many of my muckers have left, are leaving or are being moved around the office. It's getting so dull I feel as if I'm leaving my brain at home. My mind is being anaesthetised by payroll. My only releases are a bit of daily gambling and copious

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Ring The AlarmElection night was a good laugh, me and our kid sank quite a few beers and a bottle of wine, supping inbetween playing cliché bingo and booing and or laughing at the UKIP or BNP candidates. BBC's coverage was entertaining, except for the backstage party thing with Natasha Kaplinsky and that bloke from Dead Ringers, that was just surreal. I went to bed before my constituency went

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Two Sevens ClashEating Cadbury's Buttons and drinking Grolsch, half-watching AZ Alkmaar versus Sporting Lisbon on Eurosport (it's that or The frigging Bill). Just waiting for the best bit of telly since Shameless finished, I love election night, even in years when I've been too young or not been too arsed about politics, I think it makes fantastic television, all them maps and swingometres and

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Pressure DropIt was a 10p mix was this weekend's bag of sweets. I had to work on Saturday morning, meaning I missed the Soccerette on Soccer AM. Shame, it looked like it might have been yellow card time too. Work itself was boring, just shitty year end jobs, I still think the company should have trained a chimp for jobs like those. We could dress him in a waistcoat and a fez and he could smoke a

Stavroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06433598327776302143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505219.post-1113470137386039752005-04-14T10:08:00.000Z2005-04-14T10:57:27.683Z

Monkey SpannerShorthand update: Wednesday Night Club, Crown Inn (home of the Telford Beer Festival ™), many Balticas, Fulla in sandals, Bacon in fluffy beard, Fella in rain, Merk in love (almost), Lego museums, Jesus lovers, now hungover, at work, fed up already. Great article in today's Guardian about the end of the world. I love the end of the world. It'll probably be something boring like the

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Double BarrellJust been to Bucks Head for a great 4-0 win over the less than mighty Belper Town. 1600 attendance, about 10 of which had come from the funny-named Derbyshire town. After last week's embarrassing Bowyer v Dyer handbags, I thought the weekend's sending offs at Villa Park were more of an indication of the way footies going theses days. West Brom's Jonathan Greening and Villa's young

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ExodusIn the recent wake of Welsh Grand Slams, Tony Christie chart-toppers and Chesney Hawkes on the telly, one could conclude that comebacks are in fashion, old is the new new. Not wishing to fly in the face of such overwhelming scientific evidence, I've decided to cast away the shackles of laziness and temperamental laptops and return to the blog which bears my name. So... 'ow do?I wasn't very

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The Comeback?I'm mulling over a return to the netwaves. Keep 'em peeled.Stav.

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I Love Me I've got the week off work, for essentially nothing. I have no plans at all. Luverly. Right now I have just eaten yesterdays leftover chicken with super nooldes. Now I'm making swearwords watching Countdown with my Spanish buddy San Miguel. As hard as I try I can't beat this showy shite from Belfast with milk bottle spectacles, I only ever seem to get five-letter long words no matter

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Mo' Money Mo' Problems I just spent 150 quid on an MP3 player. A week before my hols. Shit. Mind you it is tasty. Tasty. Very very tasty. Like Bran Flakes years ago. I've uploaded over 1100 tunes to it so far and it's still hungry for more, like an underfed child at a McDonald's birthday party. So get yerself one and start listening to a eclectic playlist such as Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra,

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StavSport is here For my irreverent sporting whitterings please click below. ps, I'm updating more often over there. Stav.

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Greece is the word Unlike most of the flag-waving public, I carried on watching the football, and wow! Fucking Greece! How can the European Championship be won by a team that plays like Bolton Wanderers on a boggy pitch. Fair dos indeed. People (ie Sun readers) will undoubtably muse over England's hypothetical chances had they stumbled past the host team, yeah right! Unlike Engalnd, Greece had a

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Viva las Oakengates. Pubbed it last night, no big drinking but a nice evening to sit outside enjoying the aroma of curry and fish heads from the Tandouri and the Chippy that flank the Crown's beer garden. I still haven't received my N64, I want my Zelda man! I got a controller through the post today but nowt to plug it into yet. I couldn't go to work today as I split my trousers putting my

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It's not as good as it used to be Shit a brick! Have I gone eBay mad or what? My latest round of purchases are an N64 and a couple of assorted games. Retro-bleeding-tastic. I think I bought it firstly out of ease with my new card, and secondly because of the fun I had with a uni mate's console back in the day. I have to wonder where this nostalgia thing is going. I've no problem with films or

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It’s my birthday, no-one here day, very strange day, I think of you day. Go outside day, sit in park day, watch the sky day. After an almost Pardoe-like month of inactivity I'm back. Like SARS but drunker. This past month has seen me reach my quarter-century, in typical self-destructive style. The day itself was not memorable, as I was at work, it being a Tuesday. I had three Stellas at

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Alright mate, I haven't seen you for a while. The Past: I've been watching an awful lot of sport (and a lot of awful sport in some cases). Wales' Six Nations campaign involved smashing Scotland, capitulating tamely against Ireland, battling bravely without ever really threatening France and England, and smashing Italy. So, summed up in an abbreviated nutshell, O.K.-ish. When not watching Wales

Stavroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06433598327776302143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505219.post-1077054564119690702004-02-17T21:49:00.000Z2004-05-10T18:42:22.076Z

The Weekend went that-a-way An exciting weekend of sport and drinkies. First up was Friday night with the stars down Oakengates's trendy Crown bar. The evening got entertaining when (inevitably just lately) I was being talked to by a fan, who rather quirkily turns out to be a pyschiatric nurse. Now if that wasn't enough, one of her patients is having a bevvy and rather suddenly takes offence at

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Tennis Ausssie Style: Don't Lose Your Head Bad news for Middle England - Tennis's answer to Jenson Button, Tim "Tiger Grrrrr" Henman bottles a two set lead to lose against someone I've never heard of (namely unseeded Argy, Guillermo Canas) in the Australian Grand Slam Open thingy. I've said it before and I'll probably say it again come June, Brits (and drugged-up generously-chinned Canadians)

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The Beat Goes On Well I wonder what's in store for 2004. I'll tell you one thing, there's an extra day in this year. I'll use it wisely and get pissed probably, why treat it any different to any other day, hey? The New Year's do was a good 'un, to say the least. Negatives were few (Rat Pack tribute band weren't on for long enough, and my brandy came in a Carling branded tall glass). Positives

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Festive Catch-up Well, Christmas time certainly threw some mixed emotions this year. Readers of the ever-popular BigDaddyBlog will know that we suffered a loss in the family. Me dear old Nan gave up the fight during my work's Christmas do, which kind of marred the occasion, and as such for the first time in the four-year history of the firm's Yuletide knees-ups I failed to (i) vomit on myself, (

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Stav's Advent countdown: 5 days to go The Kim Jong-il Award for Making the World a Safer Place: The award goes to George Bush, the democratically elected president of the free world. This year he has surely made international terrorism and tit-for-tat suicide bombing a thing of the past. One day we'll look back on his reign as President and breath a sigh of relief, give thanks to God, and long

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Stav's Advent countdown: 6 days to go In the exciting second instalment of the awards that matter we look at the people behind those peculiar moments when football (ie. Ruskie billionaires/gang rape/drug scandals/and maybe some results) hasn't greedily consumed all of the back-page column inches like an overpaid Pac-man in shinpads. So pass me that envelope... The Steve Redgrave Award for

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Stav's Advent countdown: 7 days to go I've got finally got into the spirit of things (a mere two months after various desperate shops in the evil Town Centre). Contrary to the beliefs of Bob Dorough and, latterly, De La Soul, three isn't a magic number, at least not yet anyway. Today's magic number is seven. Because today we are seven days away from the eve of the anniversary of when a bloke who

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Is it just me... #3: I'm struggling for something witty to write, so is digging up an old theme really the way to go? Have I not thought of my long-suffering readers? Can their demanding nature be met with regurgitated tat? Ah well, life's a commercialised piece of plastic shit. And anyway if I described my first flatulation of the day, using only words that started with'b', it would still read

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How similar are the voices of Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong? I was left asking this question after the latest in a long line of Kazaa failures. No wonder big record companies seem no longer arsed about downloaded music, the chances of actually getting what you want are about as slim as a Mel and Kim comeback tour. Finally the Rugby World Cup is over. I can get back to sleeping on Saturday

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All Surface - No Feeling I have been busy tarting up this here weblog, as you can see (unless you are unfortunately blind - I'm working on the braille version currently). Also those nice little piccies BDM has got don't make themselves you know. I have lived through the first week of my new fast-paced executive lifestyle, and I think I'm on a cushy number. I don't have much more work to do,

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If the Revolution is to be televised, I hope ITV don't have the rights. Judging by their coverage of the Rugby World Cup it will probably follow a similar pattern of 3 minutes of inane preview, 2 minutes of childish banter and thigh-slapping, followed by 10 minutes of adverts, then 5 minutes about Jonny Wilkinson (they've heard of him see, he's Dave Becks's best mate!), and 10 more minutes of the

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Unlike the irrepressible Dave G I haven't fallen in love even once this month, in fact I haven't done much at all, hence the rather Oakengates-on-a-wet-Wednesday-night like activity of late, here on my acclaimed blog. Well seeing as you're here I may as well tell you how I've been spending the last few weeks. I can tell from the nervous twitching and somewhat unattractive dribbling that that's

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Food Processors are great! I know I've been getting tardy, but I'm sure you'll forgive me when you know that you're about to read a rant. I've witnessed many people reading BDM's blog quivering from behind their US Goverment-supplied security blankets, and my last proper rant (about some snobby Summer sport-cum-'social' event in a Surrey suburb) was a success, so here goes. Some adverts merely

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Is it just me... #2: Is every day a National Non-Smoking Day, National Watch Your Speed Day, National Healthy Eating Day, National Respect For Retail Staff Day, or National Don't Accidentally Tread on Snails Day? Do these exist just so poor quality local TV and radio presenters can tell us something else about the day other than its a Friday in August? I'm sure I either read or heard that anyone

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Is it just me... #1: Do we really need a vehicle tell us it is reversing? Didn't we all know what a bus/van/wagon meant when it uttered "beep, beep, beep"? Do heavy vehicles crave our attention like a first-year theatre studies undergrad? What next, "this vehicle is changing gear/turning left/winding its passenger window half way down to get some fresh air in because the driver has eggy farts?

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Touch Sensitive Like a one-legged nun in a clergy marathon I have some catching up to do. On Thursday night it was the second installment of work's hectic social itinery. This time it was off to a scruffy end of Wolverhampton (OK, scruffier), Monmore Green to be specific. And while it wasn't as green as it's name suggests it was much smarter and more impressive than my expectations or the

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Food for Thought Things have been suspiciously quiet in the Stavros camp, so I've turned my attentions to food. I will share these mental meanderings with you now.... come! Being unable to answer the question of existance, natural progression led me to that other ultimate query in the philosophical canon, 'What is the greatest pizza topping?'. Of course it was the great writers and thinkers of

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Happiness is a worn pun It all seems hazy and sepia-tinged like a old war documentary! Sit back and let me take you back in time through the medium of a poorly-punctuated weblog. Friday night was a punishing night for my poor old liver. I finished work at half-five as normal, and I had to get a taxi home. I needed to eat and get ready to go out in one hour. This was going to be pushing it, and

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Aradeg mae dal iar As you know I updated on Saturday. I did this to the soundtrack of a street party outside that thumped, shouted and screamed from noon till ten. It was awful, I had my telly turned right up when I was trying to watch the Tri-nations rugby. I couldn't get any peace. It was a real spectacle too. All the roughest people were out there, it was like a Crimewatch Roadshow, the irony

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Everybody's Happy Nowadays Someone clever once said "a change is as good as a break", but since a break all I can think about is a change. Someone else once said "Well, you walk into the room/ Like a camel and then you frown/ You put your eyes in your pocket/ And your nose on the ground/ There ought to be a law against you comin' around/ You should be made to wear earphones", so I don't know

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Sick, Sober and Sorry Another day over, another day closer to two weeks off. I didn't think I was going to last all day, I reckon I did a total of an hour's work (as long as I get paid for seven-and-a-half I don't care). Its hard to get motivated in these expecting days, all I have is my wit and imagination to see me through the days (I think I'm doomed then!). I had a few bevvies last night,

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Haven't had a dream in a long time Its quieter than a sulking monk at work today. I just can't get motivated. I lied in the subtitle, I did have a dream last night, that I was shacked-up with a bird from work. I rarely have dreams about people, so I find it very odd talking to those that star in them. Especially when the said-person distracts me from a day-dream with the offer of a plum.

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I'm Chairman of the Bored The days drag on but the months fly by. I got over my dodgy cacks (to coin a medical phrase) by Friday night, alas too late to entertain the thought of a few beers. Saturday was 'family-day'. Oh good, I thought not exactly truthfully, but luckily there was enough free wine to keep me interested. I basically slept the rest of the weekend, in a way I will undoubtedly look

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Regrets, I've had a few I went to The Crown last night, for a few bevvies. I managed to get quite trolleyed, as I hadn't eaten since that obscure hybrid buttie at ten o'clock. With the pangs of hunger reminding me of this fact as I left the pub, I ambled over the road, for a chicken kebab. Lovely it was. That was until this morning. It was hell, real eye-of-a-needle stuff. I managed that three

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Let it snow, let it snow I'm starting to get pissed off with this dandruff. I woke up this morning and my pillow was like a scene from 'Fargo'. I was looking for the buried money for 20 minutes until I realised where I was. If anyone has any remedies, please e-mail me. Re. my Ham or Turkey dilemma of earlier: I had an obscure hybrid buttie containing bacon and stilton (I suppose thats nearly

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Has the world changed or have I changed? So far today, I have been questioning my compatability with the rest of the human race, within the parameters of a consumerable society, and whether to have a ham or a turkey sandwich later. Stav.

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Style over substance My deepest fears were confirmed today when I received an e-mail with the bowling results. I finished second from bottom, only beating a girl who released the ball three foot from the floor, at which point it rolled towards the pins at the velocity of a snail with a nail through it. I think I'll stick to spectator sports, mind you after half-crippling myself watching the

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Now I know how Joan of Arc felt Like the Dude, I went bowling today. Ten-pin not crown green. And I discovered what a shower of shite I am at it. Terrible! I might not have knocked over as many pins as anyone else, but I sure as hell sunk more pints. Its a fair pint of Grolsch down there my droogs! Because of the bowling, it was dress-down day (or mufti day as we used to call it in my 19th

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I Wanna be Your Blog Every great journey started with the first step. Even Scott of the Antartic started from a hotel in Cardiff (no wonder he was beaten to the South Pole by those Scandinavians, he was probably hungover from too much Brains SA). His main problem though, was that he walked there. I'm catching a lift on a bandwagon (cheers Mart and Dave G). Lets set the scene. I haven't heard

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