This started as a jovial litle blog abouf Soccer, NASCAR, F1. But due to thei recemt ele ction that brought Donald Trunp and horrible minions back into power, it's become sowthing a bit more vicious than it was.
Music vanishes once it’s played…. Only silence resonates/reverberates….somewhere in the caverns of….what…..the heart?? ((ed. See editor’s note in the first ((and only)) comment)) Or, like words not spoken, words not written. Note not played. There! You hear that?? That bottle that dropped during the intro of Humble Pie’s live version of Dr John Creaux’s…
More time spent with this, than with (writing about) what your are about to read: It’s almost as if I’m a utility man for a lower mid-table League 2 team, say…for example, York City, and of course it’s summer break and being a utility player I’m certainly not playing international football, so….it’s summer break…
Just How in hell did Lewis Hamilton just lose the Gran Prix of Monaco?? I don’t know. You tell me. Hamilton was ruling the day at Monaco from lap 1. He built a lead of 13 seconds ((13 minutes it might as well have been)) and was virtually lapping the field. At lap 64,…
It’s Talladega, Baby!!! And you know what THAT means!!! Yes, it means that, and more, and everything else, except for perhaps that Boys Love nonsense we were subjected to awhile back. Nothing against Boys Love, mind, if that’s your thing, GO for it. But in the context of the racing at Talladega, on the…
Basically, I (left) post to my blog, and then you (right) read it. I’ve fallen off the weekly posting wagon and have been left behind in a trail of dust somewhere in the general vicinity of Iowa County/ Layfayette County line in SW Wisconsin. So there I am, a bit frazzled no doubt. But…
Queens Park Rangers 0 Chelsea 1 It doesn’t matter in sports how cute you are….sometimes you have to win the ugly way. Scoreboard, and all that. So today (as I transcribe these notes from my Egyptian Stationary Company stenographer’s notebook onto the pages whirling through my Adler J5 typewriter whirl as the hipsters sipping…
I do not know, nor do I care, how the Internet works. If you don’t know a TCP/IP stack from a stack of pancakes, don’t feel too bad there. Even Steve Ballmer (current owner of the LA Clippers and one time right-hand man to none other than Bill Gates (who also wasn’t all that…
The English Premier League Weekend in poetic form. Since I’m not well versed (see what I did there, Clive?) in classical Japanese poetry, I can’t and will not even pretend to try anything more clever than a well known 3 line poetic form based on the concept of 5 syllables, then 7 syllables and…
What colour Dress are THESE twats wearing?? Against a real football club, such as ArseAnal ((see what I did there, Clive?)) or thier Noisy Neighbors, or my beloved Chelski ((See? I do have a sense of humour after all…)), ManU(re) would not have won this game based upon their run of play. But, alas,…
It’s Speedweeks!! *growl* On the eve of qualifying for the pole position for the Daytona 500 as the NASCAR 2015 season is about to blot out the sun with the engines’ hallucinogenic roar, I must admit that the start of Speedweeks and the NASCAR 2015 season has crept up on me more suddenly than…
Jeff Gordon announces his retirement I was absolutely stunned when I saw the report on ESPN.com that Jeff Gordon had announced his retirement from NASCAR at the end of the 2015 season. When the checkered flag drops at Homestead this coming November, regardless of who wins the Sprint Cup Championship, the racing world will…
“I’m just wondering here, Clive….shouldn’t he have just quit blogging already?” You might have been counting your blessings as the memories (such as they might be) of too many cups of wassail flicker out like the Christmas lights torn down on the stroke of Twelfth Night. After all, it’s 33% into the first month…
Yay!!! I get to WRITE something!!! ((But you get to read it…..)) Generally speaking, my year-end posts have taken a mordant tone as the year draws to a close…a tone that I’ve wrestled with in the past to limited degrees of success. I’ve never much cared for the facile notion of looking back on…
Uber was bin dies krachenscheiss schwindligauslachen??? I really like Jürgen Klopp and Borussia Dortmund, and I hope you, and he excuse my Bâtard-Allemand…. But there’s no other way of putting in I suppose. Well, maybe there is, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Anyway, this time I’m writing only about the Bundesliga.…