This is just fucked up. Anyone know of a charity that can help make a difference and bring a bit of peace?
Thank You.
Archive for the 'Kitsch' Category
“Writing in the Sunday Times today, Stuart Barnes, perhaps the most pig-headed and ignorant of rugby commentators, has published his prescription for the death of rugby. The IRB has recently issued strong guidelines to crack down on stamping, and rightly so. One of the blights of the game is that when players are on the wrong side of a ruck, too many players consider it their right to jump in with their feet and give the offending player a good kicking. Not try and get him out of the way, you understanding, but to cause him maximum pain. Such an act, of course, is against the rules of rugby, constituting violent conduct, and as such is punishable by a yellow or red card.”
It sounds bad. Read more about him here.
Stuart Barnes (born 22 November 1962 in Grays, Thurrock in the county of Essex) is a former English rugby union footballer, and now sports commentator for Sky Sports. Barnes played fly-half for Newport RFC, Bristol, Bath; and represented England and the British Lions at international level.
Personal Life
Nicknamed The Barrel,[5] or The Bath Barrel,[6] he admits to disliking training, and as a reason why he would never be credible as a coach/why he prefers writing. He prides himself on his devotion to Bacchus and Bob Dylan, and counts amongst his friends wine expert Keith Floyd. The beer ‘Barnstormer’ (4.5%) brewed by Bath Ales is named after him. He is an ardent Arsenal F.C. fan.
Read more about him here.
“They’re going to have to”
“He He”
“They’re playing at home so they have no excuses”
“He He”
“Ja we’ll get our kieries out if they lose”
“He He”
- conversation overheard in a trashy metal elevator
in London town people live in boxes
they work in boxes and
their jobs are boxes
in the morning they eat breakfast from a box
then they go to work in a box
sometimes the boxes are broken or they stick together
once the boxes were blown up
but they put them back together again
at work they sit on a box
and work at a box in front
of a box inside a box in a box
in a box
for lunch they order boxes
of food and eat them in front
of their boxes
sometimes they spill crumbs on
their boxes
during the day they have meetings in boxes with people who work
in other boxes
on the way home they stop
at the nearest box
to drink stuff that comes in
boxes but is not served in boxes
after this their path home
is not so box-like
but they find their way back to
the boxes they live in and stumble inside
sometimes they talk to people through
little boxes they hold against their ears
but usually they stare at boxes while
eating food that comes in boxes
and is heated in boxes
when they have had enough they
set the boxes next to their beds to
box them out of their dreams
again in the morning
and all of this and all of London
is in a box
with a lid tight pushed down on it
by a fat drunk box shaped man
with bum crack sticking out his pants
maybe he is the clouds
and he’s just taking the piss
but they call this freedom
I did this illustration some time back as part of a storyboard proposal for a little children’s story that I wrote. I’ve just had news that there’s a small budget to go ahead with it. It should be completed some time in 2009.
Thank You.