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April 08, 2005

Me, in 40 years!!!!

Check this out ............

http://www.ifonlylifewasaspredictable.co.uk

and age yourself! It takes a while, you need a head on photo. That’s me in 40 years time.





Anyway…. to make me smile again after scaring myself, this radio competition still makes me laugh. Aussies hey. Don’t you just love em.

http://viral.lycos.co.uk/attachments/3782/acdc.wav



This Sunday

Football. It does strange things to you. Ten years of your team being the worst around. Ten years of getting two column inches in the paper. If you are lucky. Ten years of saying which team you support to people, and ten years of blank expressions. Ten years of disappointment. Ten years of price increases.

Eleven years of losing. Then, by miracle they reach a national final. Ok, not a great national final. The final for the not so good teams, the lower league teams. Eleven years on, where am I? In Bournemouth? No. In Southend? No. In Cardiff for the 70,000 crowd final? No. I’m in fucking Australia. Well, nothing against Australia, it’s a great country after all. By why, when I decide to leave my country for just six months, do my shit wank football team get to a national final without me? If there was a Lord of Sods, then he made it law that day to really piss me off.

Twelve years on. Top of the league. The nasty Lord Sod man is actually alright. This Sunday the shit wank team has made the national final again, but this time, I can go. Which brings me onto my conclusion. You can support your Manchester Uniteds all you like. You can see them on television every week until your heart is content. But, after ten years of misery, winning with a shit team is ten times better.

Some people just can’t understand it. Why get so existed over a shitty football team? But then again I can’t understand either.




posted by coops @ 10:49 pm  

5 Comments:

  • At 4:54 pm, Blogger Cold Hands said…

    Look at you with Indifference on your playlist.... that's my "If I ever become a stripper" song.

    Good for you- now that it's playing I feel the overwhelming need to go put on my rhinestone thong and find a pole.

    Holiday in Spain is one of the best songs ever too...

     

  • At 6:55 pm, Blogger coops said…

    How weird is that? That was going to be my stripper song as well!

    Actually it's one of my favourite songs ever, play it over and over without ever getting bored, I tend to play it a lot whilst pratising my pole technique in front of the mirror.

    Good for me? Good for your room mate you mean :)

     

  • At 8:44 pm, Blogger Cold Hands said…

    I can also listen to it over and over and quite often do. I have recently rediscovered it after years... my carpool mate is sick of it I'm sure, but he is too nice to say anything. Meanwhile I almost threw his 50cent cd out the window and told him never to bring it again.

    Can we say high maintainence?

    I bet you'd be dead sexy sliding around the pole to that one.

    Maybe in Thailand?

     

  • At 3:49 pm, Blogger coops said…

    High maintainence? Not in my definition just yet, if you threw him out of the window then maybe so. I can't believe how much cheaper CD's are over there, 50 cent seems like a bargin, no wonder you would'nt think twice about chucking it out the window.

    You know I mentioned the 'never saying what I did in Thailand' one on my 101 things..... well that was it. I pole danced in a 70's wig to Indifference by Pearl Jam.
    I know, a disgrace. Appoling. I've been on slippery slope ever since.

     

  • At 4:21 pm, Blogger Cold Hands said…

    hot.

     

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