A Flock of Seagulls

Contrary to popular belief, I've not been building homes and feeding leper children from the slums of Calcutta. Yearend contemplations dampen my magnanimity although its the Season of Giving. A thought for the people of Kelantan, was spared though. Same sex disco dancing is so passe.

Back when A Flock of Seagulls was a singing orgy, I threw a party for boys. It was a Newton like discovery.

What do you expect when the parents had to leave for 2 days and you have one day to organize the party to end all parties and the girls on your list usually need like a week to convince their parents its safe to come over to my place since I wear my sister's clothes because it was New Romantic to do so.

5 guys turned up.

After an hour of square dancing, we thought it wised to merge with another party in the neighbourhood since silhouettes of girls were spotted. It was a merger of almost equals. 12 guys and 2 girls ended up square dancing.

Moral of the story. Make sure your mum and baby sister are away if you dont want the party to end at 10.30.

On Sports and Government

Something I wrote a year back seemed relevant with Dubai International Capital buying into Liverpool. News Link here. Warning: Boring.

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On Sports and Government

Woke up this morning with significant chunks of my memory taking an extended nap. Or maybe, I’m just clueless about the paradoxes enveloping sports and government. They say America is a beacon of freedom but yet they insist on parity in sports. Salary caps, first picks and spread of revenue all seem to be the antithesis of the freedom of corporation. On the other hand, in Europe, the birthplace of Marxism and Fascism, the exact opposite prevails. The business of sports, notably football, is cut throat with the weak fending for themselves and the strong helping themselves to choice pickings. Inevitably, the few that survive will also find the pot of gold shrinking.

The aura of an invincible team can only be created by the existence of weaker ones. Hence, the need for West Broms, Norwich and Palaces of this world. Sustain them, for they do serve a purpose.

On the balance, America has got it right. Sports is for the community and that community doesn’t exclude the weak and impoverished. Football in Europe needs to return to the communities and the current solution is on the verge of a meltdown financially and structurally, with the G14 looming as a dark and dangerous force to the little guys. LFC sits on the G14 (Chelsea doesn’t), but this does not guarantee their existence unless they continue to perform.

LFC is at a crossroad. They’re spending like a team who’s consistently in CL and yet, they’re not. Figures don’t lie and ultimately, it has to be balanced. Or perhaps, we should just curtail our ambition to ensure survival and accept fate as a 2nd tier team scrapping for the occasional Euro excursion. Better still, if we can get Moores and Parry out and bring in new money. Unfortunately, unless you've got money to launder from dubious privatizations of Russian assets notably oil, this cycle of investment is unsustainable as football clubs generally do not generate the prerequisite sort of returns that excites serious money.

An old adage applies to football, "To make small fortune, you must start off with a big one". Is there a way out? Of course. When the bubble burst.

It must've been something I SNORT

I'm an Inverted Snob (IS).

Thankfully, this abnormality is confined to a perverse cynicism rather than a physical attribute. Like any inverted living body implement, a provoked inverted converts. There must be another comma somewhere. I'm just being an anal IS.

I've great appetite for food blogs. I chew and spit at their rather folksy assessment of canteen food which they pass off as some epicurean adventure. If a gweilo dishes out pak choy pasta, the raving approvals would make you think they discovered that their parents had physical fusion and didnt buy them from Tesco. Naturally, the gweilo is bestowed the title,"World Class Pasta Chef". He's probably still laughing while milking his cow in Parma.

Travel blogs are good to go too. I like the way these provincial bloggers take us through a journey of opening our eyes and expanding our minds. How else would I know that LA is a 'fantastic' city and culture is a huge shopping mall?

Since my life doesnt exclusively revolve around blogs, I'm also an IS at work, play, home, pub, airplane, car, people.

You wouldnt understand.

SIC In Motion

Just when I needed a release by posting, I've run out of batteries. So I'll do a quick one.



yes? No? YES! OH YEAH!!! YESSSSS!!!



that felt good. I'll remember to bring the power cord home tomorrow. I'm back.

The Post You Should Never Do

Is there an optimum structure to a post?

Should it be this SIZE?

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A picture could tell a story.

Sometimes words are preferred.

"It wasnt a nightmare, the Twin Towers did collapse."

The grammar police might be watching your dotted ayes and crossed tees,

but its not a crime if U wish 2 right da wey U one 2 coz Yo Da Man!!

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The next post will be on the 14th where I may just Strip down and Bare all since it's the anniversary of the 1st post. Bugger, blogging on holiday.

Shite. The flight is in a few hours and I havent started packing my smelly shoes.

Boobies!

Blogging WRITES

True Happiness is to Have One's Passion as a Profession...Alain Silberstein

His mantra, delicately inscribed in soft metal, resonates through all his creations. You wonder though; "Is he really happy?"" Clever marketing?". A bit of both, but more likely, it principally serves to sustain his motivation in validating his choice of vocation. His stature in the horological world is unclear. His creations are not technically innovative and the designs are at best, Pop Art Warhol.

Its been an interesting few weeks or so as far as blogs entries are concerned. Intriguing stuff like bloggers writing for 'free', writers defending their profession, bloggers aspiring to be writers, and writers attempting to blog. Since the contagion effect and the chaos theory are in motion, I would like to add to the noise level..........

"Kicking a ball doesnt make you a footballer. If you happened to be one, plying your trade in the 2nd Division of the Malaysian League, Alain Silberstein would be a good role model."

In fairness, I dont think Alain desires great wealth from his work. It can't buy him accolades.

Back to the Grind

The word anal has more negative connotations attached to it than Sheffield United's goal difference. Putting aside locality and faeces, what's so wrong with being analytical or analogous?

Nothing. Except that the worst kind gets stuck in.