23 January 2010

An Angry rant from an Anonymous QPR Fan -Brilliant !!

I take more pleasure in seeing Chelsea lose than I do in seeing QPR win at the moment.

I sat through so many matches when we were absolute dogs**t under the likes of Ray Harford and with people like Paul Bruce, Matthew Brazier and Mark Perry in the squad and I never felt like this.

The club isn't ours anymore but more so than that - football is just properly gash these days.

I mean really gash.

football generally.

I hate nearly everything about it these days....

I hate the Prem and the myth that it is exciting this year. Man City breaking into the top four isn't exciting. They spent loads of money. It's no more exciting that Nameless C*** getting to number 1 in the charts after winning the X-Factor.

I hate the myth of Arsene's kids. Buying some French kid when he's 17, playing him in the League Cup and then selling him when he's 20 after about 3 appearances in the league is NOTHING SPECIAL.

I hate hearing about Liverpool/Man Utd's debt but nothing ever happening about it. A club needs to go to the wall for the money thing to change but it doesn't happen. Why the **** are Charlton, Leeds and Southampton still in business?

I hate Frank Lampard's stupid f'ing face. I hate that Joe Cole's tongue is never in his mouth, the downsy spacker. I hate John Terry being England captain when he's CLEARLY AN OAF.

I hate the England team.

I hate young exciting wingers who have nothing but pace. Tony Scully had nothing but pace.

I hate the FA Cup. There may be little shocks like last night but for the most part you know who's going to win it. Unless a team throws away all their financial security to win it a la Pompey.

I hate Harry f'ing Redknapp. And Jamie Redknapp. And Louise Redknapp. And the Wii.

I hate James Nesbitt, Eammon Holmes and f***ing everyone.

I hate Gary Lineker and Alan Shearer.

I hate Garth Crooks.

I hate Garth Brooks for that matter.

I hate Sky Sports.

I hate that when a lower league player beats 10 players and chips the keeper it doesn't matter but if Rooney scores from more than 20 yards it's amazing.

I hate that everything football related has to have 'Club Foot' playing behind it.

I hate that female sports journos are now mandatory.

I hate Mark Lawrensen for not coming out. 'I do like a big man at the back'. I bet you do.

I hate any advert that portrays football to be about anything other than pain and disappointment.

I hate any advert that mentions pies at football.

I hate Lee Hughes and the fact that he makes a living from the game. I hate Marlon King and any team that signs him when he gets out. I hate that it'll probably be us.

I hate Phil Brown.

I hate 'well the ball is a lot lighter now and will cause goalkeepers real problems this summer' before EVERY F'ING TOURNAMENT.

I hate that Kieron Dyer earned more in the time I took to write this post than I'll earn this month.

I hate Adrian Durham, Ian Wright and Alan Brazil.

I hate Gazza. Either die or shut up. Stop f'ing lingering.

I hate hearing about Hillsborough more than I hear about Heysel or Bradford.

I hate that a comeback from 4-0 down at half time (TWICE) means nothing because we aren't f'ing scouse.

I hate Leeds.

I hate Roy Keane.

I hate grown men wearing football shirts of their team whilst shopping on a saturday when their team is playing at home.

I hate that I don't hate Roy Hodgson.

I hate Jermaine Beckford and any player who has neck tattoos.

I hate songs being inappropriately taken as club anthems and then sung in a manly way. 'I'm forever blowing bubbles....'. Gaylords.

I hate Danny Dyer and anyone he's ever interviewed.

I hate the book 'Cass' by Cass Pennant. It is honestly the stupidest thing I've ever read. Chapter 1: Millwall. 'Yeah we took 50 to Millwall. They had 1000 in their mob but we ran 'em up and down the street'. Chapter 2: Liverpool. 'Yeah we took 50 to Liverpool. They had 2000 in their mob but we ran 'em up and down the street'. Fk me... Jade Goody's autobiography is probably better. Even her non-ghost written one.

I hate that all good youngsters end their careers at Spurs before they start.


9 January 2010

Doing the Rounds

A young man married a beautiful woman
who had previously divorced 10 husbands. On their wedding night, she told her new husband to 'Please be gentle; I'm still a virgin'.

'What?' said the puzzled groom. 'How can that be if you've been married ten times.?'

'Well, husband No 1 was a Sales Representative; he kept telling me how great it was going to be.

'Husband No 2 was in Software
Services; he was never really sure how it was suppose to function; but he said he'd look into it and get back with me.

'Husband No 3 was from Field Services; he said that everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.

'Husband No 4 was in Telemarketing; even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.

'Husband No 5 was an Engineer; he understood the basic process but he wanted three years to research, implement and design a new state of the-art method.

'Husband No 6 was from Administration; he thought he knew how but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.

'Husband No 7 was in Marketing; although he had a product, he was never sure how to position it.

'Husband No 8 was a Psychiatrist; all he did was talk about it.

'Husband No 9 was a Gynecologist; all he did was look at it.

'Husband No 10 was a Stamp Collector; all he ever did was........... God I miss him.
'But now that I've married you; I'm so excited'.

'Wonderful' , said the husband, but why?

'You're with the 'GOVERNMENT'.. This time I KNOW I'M gonna get SCREWED.

6 January 2010

Coventry The Place that God forgot?

Recently Wolverhampton came under fire as being very low on Lonely planet survey, and was vigorously defended by its patrons. Let me tell you Wolverhampton is a palace compared to the building site, formerly known as Coventry,that  is obviously destined to become a Mecca for tourists. They can enjoy the decaying medieval buildings left to rot by the council. They can smell the sweet aroma of urine and vomit on the city streets. They can sit in traffic congested one way systems behind a hundred buses belching out toxic fumes and not appearing to go anywhere. (They could of course get on one of the buses but you need to tender the exact fare and that’s difficult when you don’t know the amount. The can visit the numerous pubs, in fact they would have to if they need  a toilet at night , because after the shops close there aren’t any!
            There is the nice Romanesque Bus station where you can see..well nothing certainly not buses! Is this the only Bus station in the country that doesn’t have buses?. A visiting tourist can admire the graffiti and picturesque fly posters that adore the walls and not forgetting the flashing blue lights that shoot up and down the tower blocks in the city centre telling you what the weather will be like. Well worth a visit.! (Don’t the council realise the weather is available free on teletext.)
            Coventry was once a proud place, the most important in the area. It grew into a smart modern city. We have had (until recently)an unchanged council for many years, have they become complacent? Are they still in charge or have they turned over the asylum to the lunatics, although they might conceivably do a better job. Where’s the soul? where’s the life? and where’s the sense in paying these people to run our city. Don’t vote for them it only encourages them and inflates their egos!

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