Video Nasty

This weekend finally brought a win for the Mighty 'Ding (a last minute smash and grab job on the Latics) and the news that a certain Leroy Lita has been dropped from the squad. Wonder why? Well it did mysteriously co-incide with a story in the News of the World that Mr Lita had decided to film himself on his mobile phone whilst "hanging out the back" of some unknown female, something he then decided to send to some of his Reading FC buddies, one of whom seems to have passed it on, etc etc. And so Leroy ends up with his "sex face" splashed in the papers for all to see.

Now personally I think a man's private life doesn't affect his ability to play football, so I'm not advocating Leroy Lita getting dropped.... that said, this episode does just make me want to shake my head and despair. Any guy that films himself smirking and winking in the act is quite obviously a prize twat. Any guy that films himself smirking and winking, just so he can show off his conquest to his imbecile mates, is a prize twat who deserves his ugly face printed in the papers for all to see. But what of this woman?

I assume, unless she is deaf, dumb and blind, that she knew what he was doing. I am also assuming that Lita is not her long-term beau. Both of these being assumed, I ask the question WHY??? Are you STUPID as well as completely lacking in SELF RESPECT. I guess I'm ready to judge women more harshly, because I feel they represent my gender, but really!!!! Any woman that knowingly consents to sex being recorded (by any means) had better be sure that her partner is trustworthy. Or will you literally do anything to please, because you are one of the many pathetic, tarty bints that you see staggering about like drunken barbie-dolls every Saturday night??

Mr Lita clearly has little respect for women. But then how are we supposed to get respect from men, when we seem to have so little respect for ourselves? In this "You Tube" culture, it seems everyone's game for humiliating each other on film. Well, if ANY bloke ever attempted the same stunt on me, he'd find that mobile phone wedged down his throat, and his nuts turned inside out.

Orthodox Jew Mow-Down

As a (just about) dedicated cyclist I have the priviledge of cycling through Stamford Hill every morning and evening, which is a very Orthodox Jewish area. I am not casting racial aspersions here (merely cultural ones) but in Stamford Hill bad Orthodox Jew drivers of the world unite. Jeesus, don't worry about signalling people, or in fact stopping and parking in the middle of the road, or noticing a cyclist in a bright yellow bib cycling directly in front of you. One bearded chap, in particular, seems to have it in for me. This fellow, in his huge silver Volvo, has tried to mow me down on two seperate occasions: once by overtaking me as I was myself overtaking a line of parked cars, and simply pushing me off the road when he (surprise surprise) didn't have enough space. Secondly, overtaking me, and then immediately turning left as if I didn't exist. Luckily I'm not a speedy cyclist otherwise I'd be being peeled off the side of his car as we speak. So silver Volvo-driving Orthodox jew man, if you're wondering why there's a luminescent yellow, red-faced, cursing, gesticulating freak in your mirrors (as if you'd ever look in those, eh?) it's me, and I'm just a tiny bit peeved that you seem intent on trying to kill me!!!!

On the plus side, cycling does appear to be making me fitter (I have an 18 mile round trip each day) if not, sadly, thinner. Also I have started partaking in cycle flirting, which is quite fun. A lovely creature said a cheery "morning" to me yesterday, as I crossed the canal. As I cycled on, I decided to turn my head to get another cheeky look at him, unfortunately losing control of my steering, and veering off the path, as I did. Luckily I wasn't on the road and in the path of a bendy bus, otherwise I could have suffered a self-inflicted cycle flirting-related death.

Also I have been doing some cycling celeb spotting: Simon Pegg (I think) in Finsbury Park, also on a bike and looking very fit (in the toned sense) and John Alford (druggy London Burning idiot) who was in Hampstead, shouting at someone on his phone in a loud cockney-style voice.

Da Bobster Has Arrived

After enduring a bit of a nightmare journey home (involving a small box, a very noisy train, and lots of rocking from side to side) Da Bobster has finally arrived at Cutthroat Cottage. He's lubbelly, very affectionate, and likes headbutting and rolling around. Am very pleased. Can now discuss cat stuff with ZZTop at work, who since adopting two youngsters from the same cat shelter a few months back, has been obsessed with the little beggars...

Other pleasing news: Man Eyken has turned into a thesp! He's soon to appear as "songman" in War Horse at the National Theatre. It's about a lad who goes looking for his horse, which has been requisitioned during the Great War. Sounds like my cup of tea. Sounds like my cup of tea with two tea bags and a fine selection of biscuits. Theatreland here I come!!

http://www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/?lid=23070

Kitty's A-Coming

Just making a few final preparations for the arrival of "Uncle Bob" or "Da Bobster" (undecided) who we picked out at the cat shelter on Saturday. He's a cheeky, friendly looking black-and-white chap whose previous owner had to go into a residential home. Labelled as being "from East London" we are going to take him back to his spiritual home.

Also went to see "Atonement" this weekend. Keira Knightly and James McAvoy in a tale of thwarted love in 1930s England, all clipped tones and pained looks - an absolute tear-jerker. Even if you can't bear going to watch the film (note the top marks in every film review I've read so far despite the scornful dismissal by Shaggy and Didcot) read the book by Ian McEwen, which is superb. I read the book first and still thoroughly enjoyed (in a crying sort of fashion) the film. McAvoy (particularly in the incredible war scenes) just breaks your heart. What a face... I feel a McAvoy night coming on!

McMumblechops

Went to see the super-fantastic Lau yesterday at Bush Hall in Shepherds Bush. A very ornate little venue, with little tables set out in a most sophisticated fashion. Lau are quite my favourite thing at the moment but am trying not to wear out their CD. Schwesty got a bit dribbly over Kris Drever (who is a class-A mumbler of songs, though this matters little unless you actually want to know the words) and I tried to clap in the middle of a song which was a bit embarrassing. Couldn't beat the shame of MRS OBLIVIOUS, though, who chatted very loudly in a very small venue (50 people maybe) during a quiet encore. In a very English way she was met with a group glare that could burn a hole through a concrete wall.

Only down-side: the journey home. I am not a right wing idiot but bare with me whilst I call the striking tube workers what they really are: WORK SHY POWER HUNGRY TOSSERS. Six buses and two and a half hours to get home was really not that fun, and all so that the beloved strikers could be assured of something which they'd already been assured of by their new and already over-generous employer TFL. I wait for the next strike which'll doubtless be over the fact that they're actually required to WORK for their wage, rather than sit on their fat orange-jacketed arses.