herb’s first birthday party. bought the wee man a posh sardine and mackerel treat, but my attempts to put a candle in the fishcake did not go down too well. (at wan-merr-tune-lock strasse.)
absolutely gutted these guys are out. along with chile, they were my favourite team to watch at the world cup.
brazil seem to batter through by sheer force of personality, knocking out all the good guys who play decent football along the way… :(
why i hate the usa soccer team.
it occurred to me to last night, while drunkenly tweeting my delight at belgium knocking the usa out of the world cup, that pretty much all my friends, and most people i follow on twitter, were supporting the usa.
it’s like it’s ok to like tony blair again.
i think it’s important, as a scot and a european, to maintain a healthy dose of scepticism towards america. sure, there’s great music, great cinema, great cultural work that comes out of the us, and i enjoy a portion of it as much as the next non-american. but they dominate so much of our culture, and influence so much of our lives as consumers, that it just feels crazy to opt into any more american love-in than is otherwise unavoidable.
there also seems to be a groundswell of opinion that football is about to take off in the states, that it’s popularity is at an all time high, and in a couple of decades they will emerge as the great super-power of soccer. do we want that? does football not offer us some respite from the over(golden)-arching uncle sam dominating all other sports?
i’m glad they’re out. and i look forward to cheering them getting knocked out of the second round in 2016. and hopefully, in four years time, i won’t feel like the only one.
(i’m also still bitter about them beating ghana).
it’s all starting to make sense: my pal putney here might be one of the best instruments i’ve ever played #EMS #VCS3 #Putney (at WORM Rotterdam)
just bought the riff raff “neon icon” album on itunes, which i am usually loathe to do, but couldn’t get it anywhere else.
as soon as i clicked “buy”, i got a notification on my phone saying that riff raff had started following me on twitter.
that is some disgusting marketing right there. no follow back. no follow back.
except i already follow him, and i bought the album after succumbing to his incessant twitter hype.
i hate music*. i hate the internet. i hate myself. but now the internet knows i love riff raff.
*especially 128 zips…
this is awful. but brilliant. but awful. but brill-i-ant.
listened to it about 8 times in a row now.
EDIT: fuck this is song of the year. 15 plays deep.
doseone never fails to astound me.
the save as collective + the glad cafe present:
the jonnie commonwealth games trailer.
The only person that Suarez’s goal put to sleep.