my life as a artist
come along now sun
Monday 16th June 2008 11:21 PM
Around springtime, I was really pleased to see the sun coming out of its midwinter depression, but these days it hardly seems to sleep at all, and I'm worried that it might be bi-polar. It's difficult to know what to do for the best.
I'm a great believer in the healing powers of music, and if I was God, which thank the Lord I'm not sir, I'd put on a mud-free gig, with really good toilets, for the fifth-dimensional solar system. Preferring musicians who are newly hip to the fifth-dimension, and having recently signed up Bo Diddley and Jimmy McGriff, I'd be looking to harvest a really good, but really poorly, drummer.
I've been watching quite a lot of the European Championships on the telly recently, despite my best intentions. I didn't think I'd be interested, but the fact is that, without England there, I'm not lost in a myopic fog of psycho-sexual anxiety, and I can actually appreciate the wider drama of the tournament.
Last night I watched Turkey make a remarkable comeback from 2-0 down, to win 3-2 against the Czech Republic, and such were the twists and turns of fate in the last ten minutes, that the commentator announced that he wouldn't be surprised to see a spaceship land in the centre circle, and lots of little green men from Mars get out and start running around. Interestingly, there were lots of other-dimensional entities out there on the pitch last night, including a spectacular, fire-breathing, Turkish winged angel, which the commentator either chose to ignore, or didn't see.
The game hinged on a bad mistake by Peter Cech, the Czech goalkeeper. His mother had insisted, because of the rain, that he wear a balaclava, and I think it must have put him off. My compassion for the Czechs was equal to that of the delight I had for the Turks, and as the players left the pitch, I felt tender and fatherly towards them all, as I witnessed and shared their contrasting agonies and joys. It was as though, for the first time, I'd actually been able to taste the true organic joy of pure football, unadulterated with the bad chemicals of molecular chauvinism. Having said all that, Austria versus Germany tonight was a bit crap.
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I suspect he was bribed to hurt his leg. A bit of Ribery and corruption. Sorry about that.
I have a sad feeling that Germany will win and I defy Rory to make their names sound romantic, a la Donadoni. Come on you Spain.
Posted by Stanley Arbuthnott Ternent , on Friday 20th June 2008, 2:42 PM
I watched France V Italy simply to be thrilled by Ribery. Alas he disappeared after 6 mins.There is no god.
Posted by Les Miserable , on Wednesday 18th June 2008, 8:22 PM
This football thang just doesn't do it for me. It's summer and that means cricket.
p.s. enjoy Glasto!
Posted by John (aka Jonault aka jono) , on Tuesday 17th June 2008, 9:21 PM
Holland tonight... whoo hoo! on BBC3
The validation word is "voyage".
Posted by tom , on Tuesday 17th June 2008, 8:54 AM
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