This morning, I woke myself up by playing a CD that my sister had compiled and sent me on the occasion of one of my numerous birthdays (every year, dammit! EVERY YEAR!). Song No. 7 (or 8, I’m not so sure now that I have to put my reputation on the line) was NOT by Weird Al Yankovic but by Bob Rivers and was a parody of AC DC’s song “Dirty deeds done dirt cheap”. This song was called “Dirty deeds done with sheep”, and had me rolling on the ground (I mean alone and in a totally non-sexual context). I was instantly reminded of a friend of mine (you know who you are, Rob 😛 ).

This is the middle stanza

“My friend Larry has a little lamb,
Her fleece is white as snow,
He keeps bragging about her night and day,
Someone should tell him no.
Look at the flock, they’re all in shock,
Here comes that mutton fan,
Knock off the fleece, give them some peace,
Don’t be a barnyard man.”

And then this the bridge.

“Velcro gloves, kneepads, late-night dates.
Done with sheep.
Warning signs, electric fences, high voltage.
Done with sheep.”

Yesterday Ms X, Jessy, Nalleli (Jessy’s housemate), Victor (Nalleli’s friend), another girl (who remained un-introduced so I don’t know whose friend she is) and I went to AMC to watch ‘Lucky Number Slevin’. It was a real rollercoaster ride of a movie. I was wondering how they were going to manage having such a large cast in the movie. The answer seemes to be: by killing everyone off at the first opportunity. The flick really grabs you by the gonads. There’s some really cool scenes, great one-liners. Basically a film worthy of Tarantino (Pulp Fiction) or Guy Ritchie (Snatch, etc.). And watch out for the psychedelic wallpaper everywhere!
My rating? 3 out of 10: A must see (I’m a tough customer)

Nothing to say.
Sunday’s a good day.
Slippery frost on the ground.
Chilly wind nipping around my heels.
But it feels okay.

Oh, great nail-biting victory for England against Uruguay yesterday, it was thrilling to watch. It ended 2-1, with the visitors getting ahead in the 26th minute with the goal of the year; a volley to the topleft corner from 40+ yards out. But England came back with Crouch, and then deservedly Cole got one in the 93rd minute.
Highlight of the match? well, apart from the spectacular goal by the Uruguayan Pouse, I really enjoyed watching Crouch and Wright-Phillips standing next to each other as they were waiting to be substituted. Crouch is 6’7″ and W-P isn’t an inch over 5 foot, I reckon. Haha, you can’t write such comedy!!

I had written this down in my notepad to share with you guys, but forgot. It might not be timely then, but it still is funny. The Italian Olympic 2-man luge (downhill sliding on ice) team was comprised of Mr. Plankensteiner and Mr. Haselreider. I’m not much of an Italian speaker myself, unless you count “What-ta good-a pasta, like-a my mamma make-a” (I know. Uncanny.), but surely those names are more Teutonic than Schnitzels und Lederhosen.

Two good friends of mine, Ana and Papitu (my erstwhile “Spanish Connections” in Manchester) are going to visit South America for a couple of months: Chile, Bolivia and Peru. I wish them loads of luck in their travels to the post box with postcards addressed to me with stamps of exotic fauna, and I guess I should say I hope they enjoy the rest of their time there too.

Viva! – The Spanish-and-Latin-American film festival is coming to The Cornerhouse, there are some nice films I wanna watch. I watched ‘Munich’ yesterday with Ms X again, a bit sentimental, but an admirable job by Stevie (Steven Spielberg to you) in keeping it neutral. Also the casting of the main character was inspired, they really got the right person. because it was in a way an historical recounting, it had to be shot in period settings. I especially enjoyed seeing Cyprus with Communist and Orthodox posters stuck on the walls.

I’m reading Mario Puzo at the moment, a book called Fools Die (how corny!). He has a mesmeric way of making you identify with characters; in fact, I believe the main man Merlyn is actually a less-neurotic me!!

I logged on to MSN thanks to a certain PhD student letting me in to her private office :), and managed to chat with Helgi (an ex-MBS colleague from Iceland) after a long time.

I was out cross-pollinating the blog world when I realised that
I HADN’T TOLD YOU ABOUT MY SHORT HAIR
(short hair, not short hairs)

It happened one chilly February morning. The sun was shining bright, but shining like cold steel. A bitter draught was blowing through the letter box which kindly Postman had managed to prop open. I sat upon the throne, shivering and contemplating life and the existence of extraterrestrial intelligence. Suddenly, a thought occured to me, floating up from the murky recesses of my mind like a bubble released underwater (think bath time. Oh come on, we’ve all done it!).

Basically, I wet my flowing locks (this is not an euphemism for pissing in one’s pants) and then cut them off with a blunt and rusty scissor. Unfortunately, when my hair dried, it sprung up a couple of inches owing to its curly nature. So what was intended to be a chin-length, Kurt Cobain-cut, ended up as sorry-poodle look. Panic set in. This was a Monday morning. Which could only mean that later on in the day it was going to be a Monday night. And we all know what Monday nights are: Footage Night. (For the uninitiated, The Footage and Firkin is a fine, reputable establishment full of eighteen-year-old students (and us, the wolves amongst the sheep) and is the centre of most of our nefarious doings ) How could I party with hair like this?? Luckily Tracy was on hand to apply a masterful touch to the back of my hair (that’s the hardest bit). Now I’m like Hugh Grant, only my name has different initials. And other letters.

There’s this hilarious band called Gogol Bordello that describe themselves as Gypsy Punk, with loads of digs at Soviet musik!! I remember hearing a song of theirs called “It was alright in the past”, and today Radio 1 played another called “Start wearing purple”. Absolutely cracking! The website’s bloody annoyingly slow though.

Am I the only one who gets annoyed by shabby/loud ads?? (No you’re not, says Google. 199,000 for “annoying ads” in the UK alone!) There’s one for Sandals holidays that has a woman singing like a banshee, whooping the song and charging and swooping up and down the scales. I guess she wanted to display her full repertoire in the 5 seconds she had. But that’s when you can never hit the remote fast enough!

I watched ‘Derailed’ yesterday with Ms X, had a wonderful time. The cinema was a kind of default choice as it was raining, so I wasn’t really looking forward to it, atleast in the cinematic entertainment department 🙂 But I was pleasantly surprised when the film actually had loads of murder/suspense/rape/beatings. Whoa! that didn’t come out right! But it was a good film, so I recommend it. There.

I would like to wish all our dear friends in China and Singapore a very Happy New Year of the Dog!!! We hope (well, atleast I do) that they are enjoying a very emotional time with their close and loved ones. Yes I know I’m late in my wishes, but if you consider that this is a whole year, then being late by 4 days is equivalent to 400/365 = 1.0958904 % error.