Feel the presence of the aura/Of the man none to compare/Loveless dying/For a just to touch a hand/Or a moment to share/Can’t deny the urge that makes them/Want to lose themselves to the debonair one/Hold me back the simple fact is/That I’m all that and I’m always near/One sexy can’t perplex me now/You know who’s raw/As if you didn’t know before/I know what I want and I want it now/I want you then I want a little more
I don’t like Greggs. Aside from being big fans of workfare, I find their produce to be wank, and don’t subscribe to the bullshit that enjoying foie gras or whatever somehow negates my working-class credentials, a line of thinking almost always appropriated by the middle-classes. And now even Gaz agrees – the pasty debate has run it’s course. Which is to say, it was a load of horrible bullshit to begin with. The fact that it seems to have struck such a chord with the public – provoking the Sun into pseudo-Marxism via a Marie Antoinette comparison, ‘let them eat boeuf en croute’ etc – is not a reason to be celebrated. When you live in a country that gets angrier about fibbing about pasties than open class war by a government, run for the hills, and don’t look back. Governments get away with too little, the masses of idiots propping them up too much.
The BBC took Patrick Vieira’s words out of context – that seems fair enough to assert. But he did still say what he said, so it’s tricky to support the ensuing indignance, especially when the proposed solution to the perceived problem – the proven nonsense of Manchester United receiving favourable refereeing calls – is “to win games so we have this advantage in the future.” Excellent player, maybe even a decent bloke, but that position is bellish in the extreme.
I have no affection for Spain. Their food is woeful, despite what anyone tries to tell you, and their language is worse than the food. Incredible. Even their booze is disappointing – how do you manage to make ropey booze? There are two things I like about it though. One is that their cuisine, booze and language is better than Portugal’s, which are culturally rock bottom. Two is that they’re on a general strike today. Britain has better recipes and better booze, but we can’t cobble together a decent strike.