.. and I’ve got most of the walls pretty smooth but there’s still a little bit to do where I had to do some patching.
Once I’d done the patching though I started to sweep out the room and almost dropped a ton of rubbish and dust onto the top of Claude’s head – he’d popped round to inspect the work. We had a long natter about this and that – he’s got to go back to hospital in a few weeks time for a check-up. What with all of the walking that he does these days I told him it was his 6000-mile service.
This afternoon I had a really weird phone call. It was from some woman – I forget her name, not that it meant anything to me as I don’t know her anyway – who lives in Les Coursieres, a hamlet about 2km away from here. Apparently she is buying some furniture from Germany mail-order and they have asked her for her e-mail address. She doesn’t have one so she wants to know if she can have mine to give them!!!! I dunno why it is but my fame seems to be spreading around here just now.
Once I disposed of that I started on the wallpapering. I’ve done about a third of it and tomorrow morning, after finishing the poncing, I’ll do the rest. But it’s looking much more like a home now.
In other news, on Tuesday Terry and I were discussing football and how all of the fun seems to have gone out of it. We said that even the hurling of abuse at opposition footballers seems to have gone out of the window and that there would soon be nothing left to go to the matches for. Of course, what with truth being stranger than fiction, no sooner do we discuss it than there is a news article about it. Football as an interactive spectator sport is dying, more’s the pity. All I can say is that I will stand in the centre of any football stadium you care to name for 90 minutes every Saturday and let 50,000 football fans say whatever they like about me and my family, for just a quarter of the money that Craig Bellamy gets, the big wimp.
Now there’s no fighting on the terraces, no projectiles being thrown at referees or players and no drinking and puking on the terraces and now that a policeman has to oversee all ticket sales and since there are now no ticket sales on the gate, I must agree it’s become very boring. Mind, now that players are overpaid, fans can’t afford tickets any more. Not only that but my grandad reckoned it had stopped being a sport when they started to pay players. That’s when he lost interest in football.
The players are often bigger yobs than the ones on the terraces. Football needs cleaning up from the top down. I heartily approve of Wigan sacking King. A man who breaks a woman’s nose because she objects to being groped isn’t a man at all and brings shame on the game.
We already know sportsmen are thick as two short planks and violent with it. Look at the famous bag-snatching incident between Paul Gascoigne and Vinnie Jones. Look at both of their criminal records too.
Back in the old days hurling abuse at the opposition players (and sometimes your own players) was what the game was all about. And I don’t see a problem with that. If the players want you to applaud them and cheer them when they do something clever, why shouldn’t they expect the fans (who after all are the ones paying the cash for their wages) to jeer and hurl abuse when they foul something up?
They just want to have their cake and eat it.
There’s abuse such as “You lot couldn’t win the sack race!” or “Should have gone to specsavers!” and other types of abuse that I think no one should be subjected to. Threats of violence, arson, racist comments and threats rape the players wife/mother/children included. Seriously Eric, a bit of traditional heckling is one thing but the rest is not on and should never be part of the game.
I don’t think that we ever went to quite those extremes but we were pretty “robust” in what we said. And the advantage of being in a ground where the crowd was so small that they used to announce the crowd changes to the teams was that everyone could hear what you said.
The big difference was that back in those days no-one took it seriously because everyone had a sense of humour. Everyone in the UK has had their sense of humour removed today.
And when Charlie Williams, one-time comedian and centre-half for Doncaster Rovers and of Afro-Caribbean descent was being “heckled” back in the 1960s, he walked over to the touchline and shouted “if you lot don’t shut your gobs I’ll come and live next-door to you!”
Charlie Williams was a brilliant comedian. Absolutely hilarious and a genuinely good bloke too. I was prougd to call him a fellow yorkshireman.
But It’s not a sense of humour has gone in britain, it’s that people are scared to say anything that could get them accused of racism. Just lately if you disagree with someone with a different nationality or ethnicity you are called racist. If you say no to a coloured or an immigrant for any reason you are accused of racism. I’m going to be really controversial here, but I honestly think that racism is being used as a weapon by people who just want their own way. The effect is that there’s a lot of anti-white, anti-english rhetoric around, some from people who ought to know better, and it’s beginning to feel like we are interlopers in our own homes.
(Now waiting for some idiot(not you Eric) to call me a racist)
It’s a pity Terry doesn’t comment on my blog as he has similar thoughts to you. You and he could have some interesting chats.
But it all goes back to “Cultural Marxism” – the original name for “Political Correctness”. It’s a maxim from those days that how to undermine a dominant society is to get them all to go on a major guilt trip. And you can see how well this Cultural Marxism has worked in the United Kingdom. Everyone has managed to make the dominant class have huge pangs of guilt.
Too true! When we get to the stage that Christmas is now ‘winterval’ and christmas decorations are de-christianised to avoid upsetting other faith groups, then PC rules the UK 🙁