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Wednesday, July 28, 2004
It's a shame about Ray
When you're running low on inspiration yourself, it's always nice when other people really apply themselves and come up with something brilliant. And so I give you Kristian's latest brainchild Parlour Watch, dedicated to monitoring the trials and tribulations of our hero Ray Parlour, and to a lesser extent to that nice little ditty; It's a shame about Ray.
Oh, and I made one of those Blogger-profiles, and I actually thought I would be the only one lame enough to list Kuffs as one of my favorite movies, but no. It's weird and scary world out there...
Monday, July 26, 2004
There's absolutely nothing going on at the moment, and when there's finally a bit of football news, it's a bit crap. Marc Overmars has retired at the tender age of 31. He was my favorite player back in '98, and I never thought he should have been sold.
And Arsene Wenger says Vieira is staying, and since the professor is always right, that probably means that Vieira is staying. Despite this piece of utter nonsense from The People.
Apart from that I have filed for intellectual bankruptcy; at the moment I'm doing nothing but work, sleep and play computer, and I intend to keep that up 'till the weekend. Then I'll probably go to the open air cinema where I can combine my interests in being outdoors, watching movies and sitting. Everybody enjoys a good sit.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
The Danish football league is starting in the weekend. If you have a dreamteam at Onside, and want to be a part of The Martin Keown Memorial League, feel free to drop me a line, and I will send you the password.
Monday, July 19, 2004
It's been a pretty uneventful weekend. Friday night there was a heavy metal theme on Swedish TV, so I got to see liveshows from Metallica, Iron Maiden, Ac/Dc, Judas Priest and Alice Cooper's Welcome to my Nightmare. The highlight, however, was probably Heavy Metal Parking Lot, which I had never seen, or even heard of before.
I got my hands on a copy of The Dirt. I've never read a Rock 'n' Roll autobiography before, but I actually think this one is terrific. It's not unlike the the most decadent parts in Hunter Thompson's books, in the sense that it's revolting, depraved and utterly entertaining. And just like Hunter, the Mötley Crüe guys make no attempt to sound particularly nice, or even remotely likeable, which only adds to the fun.
And what else have I done? I have taken Arsenal to 3 consecutive championships in an old version of CM3. And that's about it. Thank God for summer holidays
Sunday, July 18, 2004
You're feeling lonely and the cable's down.
The cable is down. That's pretty much the only thing that just can't happen on a Sunday. Jebus.
And is Paddy going or staying? A simple statement saying he's not interested in moving would be nice, but if he want's to leave, so be it. Hopefully Real Madrid will throw Morientes into the deal, which would be so very excellently cool. Check out Arseblog for the entire story.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Honestly, there's absolutely nothing going on right now. The weather is dreadful, I have no money, and I have absolutely nothing to do. Tonight I saw Master and Commander, and I'm here to tell you that all the people who gave this movie good, nay even decent, reviews, need to have their eyes poked out with rabid, flaming badger on a stick. It's so mediocre it's almost impressive.
Since I have nothing to report myself, I'll just throw in a couple of links:
F*ck Everything, We're Doing Five Blades is pretty funny, originally from The Onion.
Teddy Steady is moving to Hammers, which I'm kinda okay with.
And finally, women have no taste. And by that I mean no taste at all!
Sunday, July 11, 2004
That's just sad.
As you can see from the picture, I am by now in Paris. I had grown weary from the awful weather in Denmark, so I decided to leave the country for the ever-exotic city of lovers. It was a spur of the moment thing, and I'm not sure the nice people in my bank will be too fond of me, but so be it. In order to blend in with the French, I have decided not to shower, which explains why my hair is a bit messy, and my complexion a bit grey-ish.
On my way down Rue de Pommes-de-Terre, to the Eifel Tower, I met my old friend Ray Parlour, with his new girlfriend Paris Hilton. It was so nice to see him smile again.
I told him to get back to London and settle everything so he can stay at Arsenal. He promised me he would try. He always does what he's told - that's why he's our Rayzor.
Well, that's it for now, see you later.
We went in to see Spider-Man 2 tonight. I don't know if it's because I've been in an excellent mood lately, but I thought it was really funny. The lovestory still gets a bit silly and overly verbal at times, but it doesn't really matter too much, and it's easily turning into the best superhero franchise since Batman. And a cameo by Bruce Campbell never hurts either.
Afterwards we saw Dodgeball, which was obviousely extremely funny. It's pure slapstick and stupidity, and it just cracked me up. I honestly think that this could be the golden age of comedy, since I can't think of a generation of comedians I think are funnier than Ben Stiller, Vince Vaughn, Owen Wilson, Will Farrell etc. And, it featured some of the best cameo's you'll ever see in a movie. And it was directed by the guy who invented Terry Tate - Office Linebacker, which is pretty funny as well.
That's it for today. Tommorrow I'll go see D:A:D play in crap weather. Jebus.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Finally "Va-va-voom" has been accepted by the dictionaries. About time, eh?
Saddam playing Rock-Paper-Scissors is really funny. [via Interesting Stuff]
And if we all sit down and listen to Welcome Interstate Managers, I'm sure summer will come sooner or later.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
When going to Roskilde, remember to travel light. 8 cases of beer should be enough, 12 is a bit to much...
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
I wrote reviews of Mnemic, Korn, Slipknot, Avril Lavigne, Nephew, Iggy and the Stooges, Tina Dickow and Muse. (They're all in Danish.)
I haven't really got anything more to say, except they're showing Black Books on DR2 everynight, so look out for that.
Saturday, July 03, 2004
It's the third day of the festival, and the weather is still pretty bad. I saw Iggy and the Stooges on the Orange Stage in pouring rain. If cleanliness is indeed next to godliness, us people at the festival must be considered pure devils.
Right now I'm sitting alone in our trailer trying to regroup before I'm getting dragged in to see Morrissey, and then we're gonna end the day by watching what could be the last ever Loveshop concert.
If you want to see the stuff we have produced over the last couple of days go here.
And OH MY GOD, it's raining again...
Friday, July 02, 2004
It's our third day here at Roskilde and I have to say that it's a bit weird being here, without actually being out there with the muddy public. I, for one, have the pleasure of showering every morning, and when I'm not at a show, I spend most of my time in what can best be described as a trailerpark, with the worlds greatest internet connection, and a lot of journalists. We are situated right between Politiken and BT.
If you would like to see a bit from the opening day of the festival go here.
And this is pretty funny.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
So, here I am at Roskilde. It's been raining cats and dogs, and everything is covered in mud. Bowie cancelled, because he's a pussy, and Slipknot are in. Which is cool by me, but terribly dissapointing for pretty much everybody else. My first article from Roskilde can be found here, and I have written a review of Mnemic, which will be posted later.
Tonight: Korn. Very nice indeed...