Posts by Peter Darlington
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Also, TV on the Radio clashing with Lupe Fiasco makes me annoyed.
Bummer, that's a harsh clash. Would love to see Lupe (if I was going and all...) but TVotR could well be this years LCD or Flaming Lips.
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Also, Pendulum, a drum 'n' bass act, are playing in the middle of the afternoon, which is odd ...
That's a real shame. Pendulum rolling up to break the joint before the Prodigy would be ace. Your head would be pummeled for days.
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I was in a certain "notorious Auckland celebrity nightspot" when I got my first over $9 dollar beer.
Paid NZ$40 for 2 stubbies of Becks in Portofino in July.
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Craig, if there is no more liquor around most people go home and go to bed. if they can nip down to the local 24x7 supermarket and get more, many will.
Or you can be like the guy in front of me at Pak'n'Slave at 5.30 last night. He had at least 8 x 24 packs of Speights (shudder) and DB Exports (quakes) and a dozen bottles of cheap white. And a pack of steak and a pack of sausages.
Dude had it all planned out.
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You could see what he meant.
Indeed, and I bet he's still talking about it. The Hammers beat Chelsea 1-0 a few years back and our star player, the mercurial part-time fascist, Paolo Di Canio made fools of them in a display of cheek and style that gave them no respect at all. The Russian Oil Hoes fans would've just shrugged but it's a result dear to all Hammers fans hearts and always will be.
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Agreed. Gender's not determinative, it's obversly correlated in rugby perhaps, but that's for lots of other reasons.
Agreed but the guy's main point kind of got lost in the sexism.
Proper sports fans go through hell supporting rubbish teams that make their lives a misery week in, week out. It's like a bad marriage where your loyalty is returned with a decent kick in the guts every Saturday afternoon. You should leave but you don't because you're a fan and to leave would present you with an alternative that's even worse then sticking with the shabby crowd of no-hopers that you've pinned your badge to.
Nope, you stick with them for that rare moment, when you least expect it, that they actually pick their sorry arses up and roll one of the big boys. Then you can run around the house making the gobbler gesture and shouting at the neighbours basking in your momentary superiority of being one of the die hards who didn't walk when things turned to shit, that you had some kind of superior knowledge that told you these sad sacks were capable of turning it on at some point and pulling off that unlikely victory. And you live through that moment during the many many long fruitless weeks and months of rotten play and pissy results, the failures and relegations until the next mythical time in the future that something good actually happens.
That's what being a sports fan is all about, everyone else is just a watcher.
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Fabulous guitarist, influenced so many of the bands I love from the mid-70s onwards. Fun House is one album every rock loving mofo should own and the opening bars of Down on the Street tell you all you need to know about Ron Asheton.
Good news on the iTunes front, I just wish I found the interface easier to navigate for downloads.
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Randomly picking a thread to derail...
And on the derailing theme, Ron Asheton is dead, damn :(
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Arggh ...
C'mon, the man is dealing with a whole new paradigm. He's on a journey...
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It's been a fairly varied and full on Christmas so far, staying at a wonderful place on the beach at Rarangi with a full load of family in town in Blenheim. My sister got married on Boxing Day at my parents house and I was the best man.
Jon is from Ipswich so we set up a MacBook in the garden running Skype over wireless. His family back in the UK got a projector in and gathered around in the late winter evening to watch their son marry my sister in the beautiful bright sunshine of a Marlborough summer morning. It worked so well that afterwards we had shared toasts backwards and forwards across the world. Technology sometimes really does rock.
Now I'm back at work going through disaster recovery plans and generally wishing I was back out in the Sunshine.