Guess The Show.

This song is the title of a well known TV show. Can you guess which?

I Only Want To Help You Rowland.

My Paint skills are truly fantastic!!

..Anyway, This is someone I am really fed up of at the moment. James fucking Jabba the Hut Corden!!

I liked Gavin and Stacy, the fact that he was given credit for it baffles me and actually the more I see examples of his work outside the sitcom the more I truly believe that Ruth Jones ( a woman with a decent writing pedigree) is responsible for a huge proportion of it, in fact I think his input might have been along the lines of "Just play yourself James" Right. himself? A fat annoying English tosser? Seems to be about right.

Its all too easy to call some one fat, I mean looking at him makes most folk angry rather than the usual "look at the funny fat man" but wait, funny he isn't, a fact backed up by " Horn and Corden" The next thing he done with the equally annoying Matthew Horn or any of his presenting attempts.

Why does he seem to be so popular? why is he everywhere? It seems "fat English tosser" is what he does best and folk just cant get enough of "Smithy" Maybe slightly autobiographical? Lets hope it doesn't last.

The Corona Bar Review

A south side bunnet shop for you now in Shawland's Corona Bar.

I'm not really a fan of Shawlands like most south-siders in their attempt to make out like its our answer to the west end. Its not ,and The Corona is a boozer typical of the area or so I thought.

The last time I was in this joint was a few years ago and it was like a scene from a 1930's western but something quite interesting has happened to this place. On a jaunt through Shawlands on a Friday night I ventured in, ironically in search of the "quiet pint" where all that was maybe gonna bother me was how many times auld Jimmy would fall off his stool but what I actually encountered was something different. The façade may be the same but on entering I found it to be a "lambrini girls" paradise. Brilliant.

A DJ, loads of dancing, loads of craic. A young single dude or group of dudes out on the pull's dream. Pity I was wearing a hoodie but the view wasnt half bad.

Gavs Rating 7/10

World Cup Woe

Let my tell you why we are all losers in this world cup. Never mind the poor football, the failure of the European teams to get started, the constant drone of the ragman's trumpet. All that pales into insignificance (well maybe not the poor football but bare with me) when you realise what the true cause of the misery surrounding this tournament is.

There is a sporting coverage promised land, a wonderful place where Andy Grey, Martin Tyler, Geoff Stelling, Jamie Redknapp, some others who are not bad and Paul Merson all come out to play. None of these guys are particularly special and I wouldn't really be writing this if guys like Clive Tyldesley, Peter Drury, Jonathan Pearce and Guy Mowbray never existed.

Terrestrial TV has highlighted just how terrible the commentary or the lack there of has been!

Let me focus if I may on the emperor of verbal excrement, Clive Tyldesley. Awful awful awful. His constant nasal whine that grates on my nerves more so than the Fuzzy Zoeller's that have been set as the Phil Spector style wall of sound backdrop to this tournament. borderline racism and inability to get anything right, the most recent example being missing Luis Fabiano's double hand ball against the Ivory Coast until the third replay? This makes me question his neutrality, his eyesight, where he is situated in the stadium and if his monitors are maybe made from wood and mud. The man surly has to be eradicated, but how? He seems to be like a Man Utd loving cockroach that just wont go away. He is the worst at least but Jonathan "I knew Bobby Moore" Pearce is running him a close second in this tournament anyway.

I could go on and on about these abortions of men that are allowed to commentate and summarise on the culmination of 4 years of blood sweat tears, anticipation, excitement and elation. At the end of the day, its poor. The contollers of the programming and licence fees etc have let us down.

God, gone are the days of Barry Davis, Brian Moore and even John Motson, a breed that died out a long time ago and in doing so took with them the voice of the world cup.

Good Work

Anatolia Football Club

The birth of a new footballing nation has apparently taken place on Bridge Street next to the Sou Wester Tavern!?

On seeing this new social club, obviously an attempt to help the local Anatolian community by means of a charitable sports club and not a front to allow drugs to be sold in blatant view of everyone, I decided to do a bit of research.........

The vast majority of the people residing in Anatolia are Turks. Kurds who constitute a major community are the largest ethnic minority. Albanians, Arabs, Armenians, Bosnians, Circassians, Georgians, Greeks, Jews, Laz and a number of other ethnic groups live in Anatolia.....

I cant wait till their inaugural game.

Rivalry

Living in the heart of Glasgow amongst one of the most passionate and bitter sporting rivalries has always fascinated me so its no surprise that I take an interest in the other great sporting feuds.

The NBA Lakers/Celtics rivalry is one that always captured my imagination so much so that I stayed up to five this morning to watch it come to its conclusion and see the Lakers win the play-off to become champions.(gutted I stayed up to fucking watch it now)

The rivalry they had going in the 80's was brilliant, the two best and most successful teams in the country with the two best players, east v west, black v white, Bird v Magic, Cancer v Aids.

Anyway folks give me some great rivalries sporting or otherwise we can check out.

PS Andy, Tits v Fanny doesn't count.

Daft Yanks

I'm not complaining though.

Best T-Shirt Ever!!!

I want one!

Background Noise Up

Looks like Google are trying to keep up with Bing having introduced a programme that lets you set your own background wallpaper. The images are saved to a picasa style database for a public gallery. Here are my submissions.

Neil's Young and A Crazy Horse

So a year on an another manager for the Celtic. It seems like an age ago when the optimism was ripping right oot me when Mowbray took over http://blogonson.blogspot.com/2009/06/mogwai.html.

I'm kind of exited but have decided to take the tact of just sitting back and seeing what happens. Our manager is now younger than the Rangers captain? bit weird but I like the guy, Ive met him a few time and he's a thoroughly decent chap.

One thing that has annoyed my especially towards the end of this season has been all the fanzine sites, podcasts, Twitter updates, breaking news and exclusives from ordinary fans like myself that think they are privy to inside information or that their opinion is right above anyone else's just because they took the time to dedicate an evening to posting their pish on the net.

Half truths and speculation seems to be the order of the day in this age of social networking information. Gone are the days of having to wait until ye bought a morning paper to find out if yer club had signed anyone.

White Men Cant.....

How good was this? Watching Woody fae Cheers scoring the winning penalty in the Soccer Aid tournament in front of 67,000. folk.

One Year On

That's me been doing this blog for a year. Weirdly I will be off to Berlin at the end of the month which is where I was last year when I decided to start it. I cant be bothered doing a year retrospective noting all the fantastic things I've done or more to the point failed to do. Its been pretty up and down.

I will though keep it up and try to post more interesting stuff maybe even deface another sign?Followers are few and far between these days other than the small blogging community I have become embroiled in.

Here's to another year of totally random shite.

Ben Nevis

Yesterday myself and my mate, the previously featured Aiden Sharkey successfully climbed Ben Nevis, in a total time of 5hrs(up and down).

I must admit, I totally underestimated the challenge that lay ahead. The ascent was brutal absolutely soul destroying at times and that fact that passing you on their way back down are all sorts of old women and guys that you wouldn't even have thought could tackle the stairs never mind the highest mountain in the UK! What a sight it is though some of the best scenery I have ever seen slightly spoiled by some burd that felt the need to take a shite in full view of everyone on our way up.

Lose Weight or Die Trying

In preparation for his new role as a Glasgow junkie.