*Listening to Interpol – Interpol*
Twitter has descended into a playground for stroppy sportsmen. Darren Bent notoriously started the trend, but today, everything that has gone before is going to seem insignificant in comparison.
Well so Leon Knight reckons anyway.
The well travelled striker is going to, in his words, “be going wild on twitter all day FUCK RUSHDEN&DIAMONDS the crooks”. Libellous or not it seems, especially by the looks of some of his tweets. (I’ll let you find them ones for yourself…)
What is the back-story I hear you bellow? He was due to sign for Darlo but it’s falling (may well have fallen when you read this) through. Because, well, it seems he’s fallen out with more people than Joey Barton, but most importantly Rushden & Diamonds.
The canny club they, they got one over him instead. He was sacked, but they have initiated a clause in his contract and that he could not play for another team in England unless they went through Rushden and Diamonds until his contract would have expired.
Which would be next season.
*Listening to Oasis – Dig Out Your Soul*
Williams’ have been at the top of sport for decades now. You have the two sisters who, when they turn up anyway, take women’s tennis to another level. Snooker also has it’s own Williams star in the shape of fellow Welshman and former Crucible champion Mark Williams. Of course, the Welsh rugby squad boasts one or two as well, but for that I have no care.
But one, now all to often overshadowed Williams name in sport is showing signs of resurgence; that of Frank Williams’ nine time Formula One Constructors Championship winning outfit.
Resurgence, you may think to be a strong word considering Williams’ comparatively poor 2010 Formula One campaign, that is when you think of their already acclaimed sixteen titles. But be aware, this now relatively small outfit on the grid has a rosy future ahead….
Well if things go their way.
There are no billion dollar sheikhs or international businesses behind this team. They are simply a well run British outfit, remaining competitive on a frugal budget and relying purely on the talents of their backroom staff.
And when you think of it like that, it is quite astonishing that Williams have been mixing it in qualy three of late, ahead of the Vijay Mallya funded Force India’s and more than matching the Russian oil driven Renault’s and now German conquered Brawn GP.
Indeed everything pointed to a disappointing campaign before the season began. The loss of Toyota power, and the return of the unpredictable Cosworth engine that had proved so unreliable with the team in 2006, all after BMW left Willams in the lurch to take over Sauber.
Only a positive driver line-up brought some hope.
*Listening to Fanfarlo – Reservoir*
There was a MAJOR decision to make today, namely what had irked me so much you’d want to hear about it.
Scenario 1) Imagine the scene- It’s Thursday, 11pm-ish and we’re indoors at the pub. What you wouldn’t expect to see at this time then, is a guy wearing a beanie AND sunglasses. You’re not skiing, idiot. Who in their right mind thinks that is acceptable. I thought I’d give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he’s dressed up for a birthday or something. On second encounter (I say encounter, I merely witnessed him again) he was sat, slouched in his “coolest” looking pose, glasses still on. Oh. Dear. No. Need. Go home and think about what you’ve done.
Given that is about as far this post will go, I opted for the second.
When did that become so inane?
*Listening to Manchester Orchestra – Mean Everything To Nothing*
Scouring the internet recently gave me an idea that could make the world a better place, a place where words have their full allotted amount of letters and, even- god-forbid- apostrophes. It shouldn’t be too difficult to bring into practice, all it really requires is a few thousand people keeping their eyes open in the world they spend their most time.
This world, is Facebook of course, and all these Freedom Fighters would be looking for is those people who have an innate inability to spell, or more importantly, people who feel the need to omit letters that have been comfortably in their place for many a moon now.