Your suggestions please.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Crazy frog - "Child Killer"
Today in a belfast shopping centre, the Crazy frog, (a once much loved, but ever so annoying cartoon novelty), showed his nasty side. Seen in this picture taken by a quick thinking passer-by, "Crazy" tries to push an oversized pupkin on top of the helpless child.
Onlookers could hardly believe their eyes. "I used to think the crazy frog was nothing more than a once much loved, but ever so annoying cartoon novelty" said one outraged shopping center customer, "but now its clear that he's a child killing crazed lunatic novelty maniac!"
When being led away the frog was asked to explain his actions. In his defense he said "a-ring-ding-dinga-ding-ding-ding.....ding-ding-dinga-ding-ding-ding..."
Jamster, resposible for the troublesome reptile have refused to comment.
Monday, October 24, 2005
We be burnin'
Currently listening to: "A hazy shade of winter" - Simon and Garfunkle
On Saturday Fellowes and I were drving into town to have breakfast. We dropped off Joanne to get her hair cut and made our way to Stranmillis direction to try to find fried food.
On our way we noticed a little smoke. There was a fire at the Odyssey Complex. I was a little concerned, mainly as there was going to be a Game that night, and there were several fire engines and many worried looking doom-sayers in the carpark.
It all worked out ok though. The fire had started in a boiler room in W5, (i thought someone had just left a bunsen burner on), the fire was out in no time, the complex was open by late afternoon.
W5 was the only thing on fire, the Giants were not really smoking... well, if they were it wasn't cuse they were on fire!
Eesh, is it me? Or are the darkening nights knocking you all out too?
On Saturday Fellowes and I were drving into town to have breakfast. We dropped off Joanne to get her hair cut and made our way to Stranmillis direction to try to find fried food.
On our way we noticed a little smoke. There was a fire at the Odyssey Complex. I was a little concerned, mainly as there was going to be a Game that night, and there were several fire engines and many worried looking doom-sayers in the carpark.It all worked out ok though. The fire had started in a boiler room in W5, (i thought someone had just left a bunsen burner on), the fire was out in no time, the complex was open by late afternoon.
W5 was the only thing on fire, the Giants were not really smoking... well, if they were it wasn't cuse they were on fire!Eesh, is it me? Or are the darkening nights knocking you all out too?
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Havin' a retro day
Currently listening to: "The Freshmen" - The verve Pipe
I got a card last night, from my old english teacher. There is a story to this one.
About 5 years ago I thought I'd take the time to write to my english teacher to express my gratitude for the work he put into teaching a class of disruptive uninterested kids from Monkstown. In the face of such opposition, other teachers had lost the will to get a lesson across, letting the whole experience of school become largely a waste of time for all involved.
Mr Marshall is a Canadian, from what I remember he's had lots of interesting jobs, is into good music and is a keen photographer.
I appreciated the accent, because it led to a greater understanding of those fun Belfast Giants folk when they arrived. The interesting jobs provided lots of interesting stories. The good taste in music was a novelty in a class full of dance music fans, and gave me someone to talk to about it. The photography came in handy when my band did a concert on the last day of school, I still have a set of prints that he kindly provided me with.
I sent the aforementioned letter to the school, but never got a reply. Until yesterday that is!
It was great to finally get that reply and an update on what he's up to now (still teaching, at the same school). I'm glad that he got the letter and, even if a bit late, took the time to write back.
The whole thing got me thinking about those interesting days, nearly a good 10 years ago, when I left school. Its been an interesting trip.
I stumbled upon some of the music I was listening around that time and through to tech before going on to drop out.
My brother had been to America on a youth camp programme and had brought back a load of good music. I can attribute hearing bands like "Dave Matthews Band", "Matchbox 20", "Toad the Wet Sprocket", "K's Choice" and most importantly (for today's flashback purposes) a band called "The Verve Pipe".
"The Verve Pipe" should not be confused with "The Verve" of "The drugs don't work" and "Bitter Sweet Symphony" fame. "The Verve Pipe" are a North American band. I liked it immediately because it was all a bit moody and teenager-orientated. This was about the time I was listening to "Counting Crows' - August and everything after" and the like.
The song that hit the spot at the time, and seemed pretty darn good as of about 5 minutes ago is called "The Freshmen". I strongly suggest you give it a little listen, find it on download somewhere.
My favorite line is:
"for the life of me, I cannot remember, what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise"
That's one to think on while looking back on the things you got up to when you were 16 alright!
I strongly remember being a little worse for wear and singing that song to anyone that would listen at a particular part once. Hmmm. Classy.
M
I got a card last night, from my old english teacher. There is a story to this one.
About 5 years ago I thought I'd take the time to write to my english teacher to express my gratitude for the work he put into teaching a class of disruptive uninterested kids from Monkstown. In the face of such opposition, other teachers had lost the will to get a lesson across, letting the whole experience of school become largely a waste of time for all involved.
Mr Marshall is a Canadian, from what I remember he's had lots of interesting jobs, is into good music and is a keen photographer.
I appreciated the accent, because it led to a greater understanding of those fun Belfast Giants folk when they arrived. The interesting jobs provided lots of interesting stories. The good taste in music was a novelty in a class full of dance music fans, and gave me someone to talk to about it. The photography came in handy when my band did a concert on the last day of school, I still have a set of prints that he kindly provided me with.
I sent the aforementioned letter to the school, but never got a reply. Until yesterday that is!
It was great to finally get that reply and an update on what he's up to now (still teaching, at the same school). I'm glad that he got the letter and, even if a bit late, took the time to write back.
The whole thing got me thinking about those interesting days, nearly a good 10 years ago, when I left school. Its been an interesting trip.
I stumbled upon some of the music I was listening around that time and through to tech before going on to drop out.
My brother had been to America on a youth camp programme and had brought back a load of good music. I can attribute hearing bands like "Dave Matthews Band", "Matchbox 20", "Toad the Wet Sprocket", "K's Choice" and most importantly (for today's flashback purposes) a band called "The Verve Pipe".
"The Verve Pipe" should not be confused with "The Verve" of "The drugs don't work" and "Bitter Sweet Symphony" fame. "The Verve Pipe" are a North American band. I liked it immediately because it was all a bit moody and teenager-orientated. This was about the time I was listening to "Counting Crows' - August and everything after" and the like.
The song that hit the spot at the time, and seemed pretty darn good as of about 5 minutes ago is called "The Freshmen". I strongly suggest you give it a little listen, find it on download somewhere.
My favorite line is:
"for the life of me, I cannot remember, what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise"
That's one to think on while looking back on the things you got up to when you were 16 alright!
I strongly remember being a little worse for wear and singing that song to anyone that would listen at a particular part once. Hmmm. Classy.
M
Sunday, October 16, 2005
The most entertaininng hockey game i've ever seen!
Good grief!
The Odyssey Arena packed in over 4,600 people last night, and they all brought their hockey energy with them.
Like a pure shot of adrenalin to the arm (no intended substance references) Theo "McFlurry" Fleury, charged his Belfast Giant team mates to an 11 - 2 victory over the Edinburgh Capitals.
Scoring a hat trick, assisting on most of the goals and getting into 2 fights, Fleury brought an energy with him to the Odyssey that has not been there since the sell out crowds of the first season rocked the place.
To listen to the report of the game, courtesy of the Giants folks, click here.
There is also some photos on Joannes Blog.
Holy Mackrel, it was a good one, lets hope it keeps going that way.
I'm growing my playoff beard already:
Currently listening to: "History of lovers" - Iron and Wine (many thanks to crazy Gav for the cd)
The Odyssey Arena packed in over 4,600 people last night, and they all brought their hockey energy with them.
Like a pure shot of adrenalin to the arm (no intended substance references) Theo "McFlurry" Fleury, charged his Belfast Giant team mates to an 11 - 2 victory over the Edinburgh Capitals.Scoring a hat trick, assisting on most of the goals and getting into 2 fights, Fleury brought an energy with him to the Odyssey that has not been there since the sell out crowds of the first season rocked the place.
To listen to the report of the game, courtesy of the Giants folks, click here.
There is also some photos on Joannes Blog.
Holy Mackrel, it was a good one, lets hope it keeps going that way.
I'm growing my playoff beard already:
Currently listening to: "History of lovers" - Iron and Wine (many thanks to crazy Gav for the cd)
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Eric T
Last week I went to see Eric Taylor and Gina Villalobos.
(organised by the Real Music Club)
The poster for Gina Villalobos had a quote from Bob Harris "A contender for album of the year". Bob is usually right on the money, and we weren't let down.
It took me a song or two to get into the set. To be honest I think the same could be said for Gina, as she and Ben Pringle(2nd guitar and vocal harmony) had apparently slept through the time that they should have been doing soundcheck.
Maybe it was the pint of cider, or maybe the company, but after a while Gina's scratchy vocals started to sound pretty good, so good in fact, I bought her new album. (haven't really listened to it yet, I'll review it later!)
I actually tried to buy her first album, but she insisted the new one was better. I tried to reason saying I'd never really heard a lot of her stuff and I'd like to start at the start. She just said "this one's the current one that's getting the radio play. Hey, would I steer you wrong?" We'll see. Her first album was cheaper than the second.
Eric Taylor started with little introduction. I was actually busy arguing to buy the aforementioned Villalobos album when he began. I was immediately completely mesmorised by his husky voice and metal finger picking. Hope Gina was not offended that the focus had well and truly shifted from buying her second album to not really listening to what she was saying.
I didn't even wait to have the album signed, I handed over my money and told her to keep the change. She looked a little taken aback that I wasn't interested in getting the album personalised.
I don't feel bad. When Eric Taylor starts to play the room falls silent and you pay him your full attention weather you like it or not.
I sat down and probably didn't blink for the rest of the set. I was engrossed in the stories and the intimate performance that followed. I did actually really really need to use the toilet for most of the evening and held on as long as I could. (till almost the end).
The highpoint for me was the song "Hemmingway's shotgun". A pretty dark song about, well, I'm sure lots of things including his native Texas. I'm not going to explain it, find it and take a listen.
"Beautiful danger wears two faces best,
like the beaded lizard of the west,
Hemmingway's Shotgun finally told the truth,
but he never said a word about you"
Much ta to Raj Nigel and James for a great evening's craic.
Currently listening to: Blind melon "Walk"
(organised by the Real Music Club)
The poster for Gina Villalobos had a quote from Bob Harris "A contender for album of the year". Bob is usually right on the money, and we weren't let down.It took me a song or two to get into the set. To be honest I think the same could be said for Gina, as she and Ben Pringle(2nd guitar and vocal harmony) had apparently slept through the time that they should have been doing soundcheck.
Maybe it was the pint of cider, or maybe the company, but after a while Gina's scratchy vocals started to sound pretty good, so good in fact, I bought her new album. (haven't really listened to it yet, I'll review it later!)I actually tried to buy her first album, but she insisted the new one was better. I tried to reason saying I'd never really heard a lot of her stuff and I'd like to start at the start. She just said "this one's the current one that's getting the radio play. Hey, would I steer you wrong?" We'll see. Her first album was cheaper than the second.
Eric Taylor started with little introduction. I was actually busy arguing to buy the aforementioned Villalobos album when he began. I was immediately completely mesmorised by his husky voice and metal finger picking. Hope Gina was not offended that the focus had well and truly shifted from buying her second album to not really listening to what she was saying.
I didn't even wait to have the album signed, I handed over my money and told her to keep the change. She looked a little taken aback that I wasn't interested in getting the album personalised.
I don't feel bad. When Eric Taylor starts to play the room falls silent and you pay him your full attention weather you like it or not.
I sat down and probably didn't blink for the rest of the set. I was engrossed in the stories and the intimate performance that followed. I did actually really really need to use the toilet for most of the evening and held on as long as I could. (till almost the end).The highpoint for me was the song "Hemmingway's shotgun". A pretty dark song about, well, I'm sure lots of things including his native Texas. I'm not going to explain it, find it and take a listen.
"Beautiful danger wears two faces best,
like the beaded lizard of the west,
Hemmingway's Shotgun finally told the truth,
but he never said a word about you"
Much ta to Raj Nigel and James for a great evening's craic.
Currently listening to: Blind melon "Walk"
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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