Bob Dylan attends Jerry Garcia’s funeral in Belvedere, California.
Croatia and Serbia steadily dismantle each other.
Dennis Nicolaas Maria Bergkamp begins his first season at Arsenal.
My old mucker REDLEEROY turns 19.
Jason Sherlock rises to the stature of hero in Croke Park
and I watch The Usual Suspects, my last movie in The Adelphi Cinema.
Am I a moron ? Am I living in a state of ignorance ? Do I wander the planet only seeing what i need to see ?
I sit here tonight watching BBC’s Sports Personality Of The Year wondering how this show turned from 50 “personalities” sitting in studio 4 in Shepherds Bush into a 20,000, megastar, full orchestra and Gary Linekar extravaganza, that the world and their monkey seem to be enthralled with?
As I sweat with astonishment at my cretinism, I get a jolt and i begin to think, how much have i missed. The rise of things such as SP 07, Boxing with it’s re-birth as a global sport watched and listened to, by hundreds of millions and even the phenomenon that is Peter Kaye. But it is not only what has emerged but what has dissapeared.
Top of the Pops is dead and the music industry is not too far behind. Internatonal football is in ruins both in Ireland and in England. Nothing but plastic bags can be bought for less than a euro, in fact all of a sudden everything costs a million euro. Houses are no longer homes but investments. And all of this has happened without me even realizing such levels of change were even on the cards.
I reckon I need to get in on this malarkey and start a Destruction and Creation company.
Strolling along merrily, minding my own business when in my peripheral vision pops up the most expensive, ridiculous and pointless object known to idiots. I stop, turn and barely acknowledge its shape let alone its function and before I can say “balls” I’m hailing a taxi to take me away from what feels like the scene of a crime, a grand lighter in pocket and possessing a painting/crash-helmet/chromed cowboy boots or some other such derangement, that all seemed to make sense but forever will have me puzzled…….
Fat Sam Allardyce is quite possibly the most repulsive and loathsome creature ever to walk the face of this earth, but in saying this Earth I refer to Newcastle which can be hardly described as such. It can only loosely come in under the banner EARTH as “THEY” all wander the dark cobbled streets screaming unintelligible condemnations upon imaginary soft southerners, led in their charge by a Fat Faced Bastardo who exists in a universe where purple skin and an addiction to Nicotinell is the mark of a true hero.
THEY must be brought to their end with their smug fat faces!
