Grum - Can't Shake This Feeling

Beezer

Where Amazing Happens

I seen an NBA advert recently entitled "Where Amazing Happens" featuring stunning music by Carly Commando.

This gave me the inspiration to "rip it off" but using images of my own team Celtic FC.

I know everyone isn't a Celtic fan on here but you get the idea, its easily transferable with any other team or event or band or whatever.

Its my first attempt at a vid so hope you enjoy.

No Country For Old Men

Firstly as the author of this post I feel I need to clarify a few things.

I was raised a catholic but am now lapsed from the faith for the most part, the only time I would attend mass would be at weddings or christenings etc.

I generally believe in god or a spiritual being and try to live my life based on Christian values. Although I disagree with many aspects of the Catholic church and am often frustrated by many of the views, I still respect the church as I know its teachings and purpose.

The Papal visit has opened my eyes to a few things. In the multi-cultural society that we live in the UK would have you believe that tolerance of race and religion is prevalent on it's shores, It is actually as far behind as it's ever been with the great out pouring of anti-catholic feeling and protest by the majority of its people.

The embarrassing outpouring has manifested mainly on the Internet with both celebrities and the masses confessing their hatred for the catholic faith, Catholics themselves and the spiritual leader of the largest faith in the world, The Pope.

I personally wasn't bothered about this state visit and wasn't in a hurry to make a pilgrimage and while the church's stance on gays and obviously the abuse scandals saddens me, I feel this is a thinly veiled mask for the majority of protesters that could not care less about these issues but would rather use it as a platform for bigotry, sectarianism and hatred. The same goes for the "D Listers" that while sharing the same disinterest in the actual issues facing the church have jumped on the band wagon too show that they have feelings, morals and are not fame hungry. I'm sure the signature of author Philip Pullman along with 54 other "public figures" are enough to keep someone somewhere out of the country but maybe not The Pope.

It's made me wonder about another "front man" for a region steeped in controversy supposedly responsible for numerous deaths, the embezzlement of millions and currently in conflict with millions for being accused of preying on the weak and venerable.

I am of course talking about Scientologist Tom Cruise. This man is allowed to pass freely between ports without a hint of a protest yet has been confirmed as "second in command" in this so called evil religion founded by a science fiction writer and suspected paedophile L. Ron. Hubbard. I guess that peoples perception of religion is slightly skewed and that if you are told something is bad and you should be against it then you will be and pass that hatred on and on and on and on... but if Maverick from Top Gun tells you everything is OK then it must be.

Sailing to Byzantium

THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

The Reflex -Koran Koran

Tomorrow is International Burn A Koran Day.

The movement is spearheaded by evangelical lunatic Terry Jones who has conveniently brought word wide media attention on himself and his small church of American freakballs by burning the book of the Muslim faith on the anniversary of the terrorist attacks in New York.

Obviously the move has been condemned by almost every political and religious leader on the planet. I didn't think it was a big deal at first until I noticed it wasn't " International burn a Korean day"

I cant get over the fact that this is even being allowed to even be entertained to even begin to be thought about? Folk will die if this goes ahead.

Anyway burning commences between the hours of 6 and 9.

AHHHHHHH

Looky Likey

Megadeath bad boy and rock god, Dave Mustaine

And Russian bad ass Prime Minister Vladimir Putin or Vladimir Poontang as I call him.

See......

Vague Hague

That's Foreign Secretary and former leader of the Conservative Party William Hague had to release a statement confirming that he's not a bender and neither is his campaign aide, Quentin Crisp (pictured above).

It reminds me of little Britain when the David Walliams philandering politician character is stood at the gate of his house with his family explaining how he was "offering a young man a lift when he fell and accidentally penetrated him"

Who the fuck would care if the dude was gay. Really? ...well other than his wife who I would think would have a fair idea if he was or not anyway.

Shared a room together whilst away on business? Makes sense.

Up all night watching Sex and The City? Batter in.

Indulging in a bit of docking, feltching and drilling into the wee hours? wait wat??.

I must say the media done the dude no favours in the pictures the put up. The man himself and his aide frolicking about in tight wee T-shirts and Hage wearing a skip cap that you would expect some sort of faggot to wear.

Anywhoo gay or not, he's still a fud.

Think Like A Champ.....

Looky Likey

Apparent Celtic confidant and all round riddle.... Stuart Baxter

Original Hannibal Lecter, all round fud and former Rangers manager against Kilnockie in the cup final... Brian Cox

I've seen better...

This is what I tell people my favourite film is. Dog Day Afternoon starring Al Pacino. A bank robber film that's thought of as "good" and sounds impressive cause it was made in 1975, was acclaimed and up for all sorts of awards. I've seen it twice. It was early in Pacino's career so he's got the high pitch thing going on and wasnt quite such the over actor he is today. Its based on a true story of a married gay dude who robs a bank to pay for his boyfriends sex change which results in a stand-off/hostage situation with the cops. Its hard work.

This is my actual favourite film. Dumb and Dumber starring Jim Carrey and Jeff Daniels. A stupid, buddy, road trip comedy that doesn't sound quite impressive when "that question" gets raised when your generally in company you don't know or are trying to impress. I've seen allot of films in my time but would take a good comedy like the above or Caddyshack or even any of the recent Judd Apatow films anyday over the rest but I couldn't possibly admit that to anyone I don't know.

Give us your fake favourite film and your actual favourite film...

Berlin

I'm off to Berlin for the second time tomorrow. Its a great place to go with a gang for a stag although I've just found out the love parade isn't until the 24th which would have been better.

This time will be different and hopefully not consist of Irish bars, Nazi salutes and waking up on some angry German man's pool table.

I said that I would post pics of Whitley Bay but due to the nature of my intoxication that never really materialised. I will though make a conscious effort to document the weekend from start to finish.

The video is from last year, the dude on the bar is the guy thats getting married this year and I fired into the random lassie beside him yos.

Have a good weekend folks. Peace out niggas.

Guinbo Madness

This is my new toy from Guinness. As like most people of Irish descent I enjoy a pint of this disgusting shite from time to time and as everybody knows "It just doesnt taste the same over her" Until now! Check this bad boy out. No longer must I wait till I visit Ireland for a good pint. Its the future.....Just watch the wee vid.

Back To The Future Was Right.

Well done Spain!

Marty McFly could have made himself a packet never mind Paul the octopus.

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