It is estimated there are 7 Billion people alive on earth, I would like to think there is only one of me. Alas if only that were true. I think we are not unique and whilst we are products of our DNA, it does not make me the only one of me. For all my belief that I have something new and unique to say by blogging, I am not unique and my words are not new......they are just the random words mixed up in my head and then re-arranged into sentences posted on to this blog to make it sound like me.
Justice Briscoe: So mister hoodie, what do you have to say for your self ? You stand here accused of lying to the police
Mister hoodie : It's a fit up I tell ya, a fit up, it was the feds that's what's lyin.....
Justice Briscoe: err...can we have the policeman called to the witness box please
Court Usher: erm...sorry ma'am....... afraid not
Justice Briscoe: why not ?
Court Usher: He's in court 2 ma'am..... accused of selling evidence to the Sun newspaper, ma'am
Justice Briscoe: fetch me the sun newspaper reporter
Court Usher: erm.... sorry ma'am...... afraid not
Justice Briscoe: why not ?
Court Usher: He's in court 3 ma'am......accused of tapping into the phone of Chris Huhne, ma'am....
Justice Briscoe: Fetch me Chris Huhne......
Court Usher: erm .....sorry ma'am....afraid not
Justice Briscoe: why not ?
Court Usher: He's in wormwood scrubs waiting for Nick Plebb...ach erm I mean Nick Clegg, to visit him
Justice Briscoe: Fetch me Nick Plebb....ach erm I mean Nick Clegg
Court Usher: erm .....sorry ma'am....afraid not
Justice Briscoe: why not ?
Court Usher: He's in court 4 ma'am......giving a character witness for Lord Rennard, ma'am....
Justice Briscoe: Fetch me Lord Rennard....
Court Usher: OOoooooh you don't want to do that ma'am..... you will need iron knickers on for that meeting
Justice Briscoe: You see mister hoodie...this is why you should not lie to the police..... now be on your way and don't do it again
Mister Hoodie:{smug grin and runs off}
Justice Briscoe: Court Usher, get me the Pope I can feel a confession coming on.....
Court Usher: erm .....sorry ma'am....afraid not
Justice Briscoe: why not ?
Court Usher: He's retired ma'am....he got sick of lying to cover up for cardinals who couldn't keep their dicks in their cassocks
THUD...... {sound of Justice Briscoe as her head hits the desk}......she lies there thinking why did I make friends with Vicky Pryce.....my career is over....... [Let's hope so I say !]
Is name is Andrew Partington, who by all accounts is a violent man, had a ruck with the woman he lived with......so what did this toe rag do ?...... well he took a saw and cut through the gas pipes in his house, so the gas leaked over night.......then the next morning, in the full knowledge of what he had done and what he was about to do, he lit a cigarette........ and at that point the obvious happened......
BOOM !
But this is what I don't get, because at the point of boom, this toe rag Andrew Partington didn't die, and yet as a direct result of the blast, 2yr old Jamie Heaton died. All that happened to Partington was 40 degree burns and a broken back......
How the hell did he live, and Jamie Heaton die...... how does that work ?
And so it is, this toe rag Partington is sentenced to prison for 10 years, which means what ? 5 years probably ? so in 5 years time this toe rag will back out on the streets and yet in 5 years time the parents of Jamie Heaton, will be left the pain of not seeing their son reach his 7th birthday [9th Feb].
If I'm honest, as Partington survived the gas blast, I think we might need some more rope !
On top of the death of Jamie Heaton, as if that is not bad enough in it's own right, there is also the significant property damage causing it's own form of devastation to those other families living in the destroyed houses. The court said he was reckless...... I think it went way beyond that.....
This is not a day for SoD, this is a day for shaking your head at the screen in utter dismay......
...continuing with my ....... solipsistic tendencies..... I am declaring today as officially,
Charlene Machin Day
I can't help but think of the angst and heartache she has felt for both her sons, and each for their own reasons, but when you read her story [see yesterdays link], you feel everything of the love she feels for both her sons, but for the Charlene Machin Song of the day Day, I think this song* is for her son Harry......
*[ The story goes that this song, was a love song about / or for his relationship / or breakup with P J Harvey, but he also sung it at Michael Hutchence funeral........but I think this is a song that speaks of the love of Charlene Machin for Harry Machin]
Harry Machin was given a pretty shit deal at birth..... but in spite of that, I do think he is also lucky.....he's lucky to have Charlene Machin as his mum......
She should have a day dedicated in her honour...... I'd call it the.....
.......all thanks to my solipsistic tendencies, and whilst I didn't officially go to uni either,
last night I did actually go to University, UEA in fact.
And this is the reason why today, I am declaring as Jake Bugg day......
a Clifton lad made good
So if you need a Monday morning kick start then here it is........
...... I heard that Julie Birchill was on desert island discs today....... and my immediate thought, in less than a heartbeat was......don't like her, so won't bother listening.....although to be fair, the divine Kirsty Young has become such a sycophant on that program, I'm sorta going off it, regardless of the guest.....
But this morning, by the quirk of divesting myself of some blood at the doctors,....... small prick the nurse said.....don't get personal I said....nooooo you'll feel a small prick of the needle when I take the blood the nurse said.....ooooooh I said......
....anyway after the doctors, I found myself in the car on my way to work......... listening to Julie Birchill on desert island discs.... now, I don't think she will ever be my elvis...but listening to her....she makes you think about your own perception, of your own reality.....
So listening to her this morning was enlightening and somehow I reckon, never again will I gue.... oh I don't like her...... of course I should also add, that does not mean either, that I will gue.....oooooh I like her.
However, her music choice was sh1te.....so I shall turn to another desert island discer for my choice of SoD.....it was May 2009 and went something like this..... Whoopie Goldberg......for my next song, I heard this and I have no idea what this guy was/is singing but boy did it make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck..... and then we all heard it with her, neck hairs at the ready .....
so Nusrat if you're up there and reading this....thank you for this one,
and the many others I love.... you might not be my elvis,
but you sure were Jeff Buckley's, and as he is my elvis,
Location: Operating theatre at a hospital somewhere in Peterborough
Surgeon: now don't worry madam, it's a simple operation, you won't feel anything, One prick and you'll soon be dreaming of lying on the beach and then when you wake up, it will look so loverly you'd hang a picture of my work on your wall......
Patient [we'll call her Ms X as her identity is not revealed, nor any other details about her {except she that she has a loverly Mary}] : Oooooh thank you doctor, you are so kind, I've been worrying all night about this operation....
Anesthetist: ..... Ms X ...can you look away now....
JAB....thud .....Ms X now out sparko on operating table
Surgeon: [words from gob] Nurse.... scalpel....swabs....now where do I make the first cut....[words in head] mmmm waaaaaaaait just a minute...
Surgeon: Nurse hold this scalpel and pass me my iPorn....
Nurse: but doctor what do you need your phone for ?
Surgeon: don't you worry your pretty little head, and just hold the scalpel and pass me the phone, it won't take long....
surgeon lifts up Ms X's surgical gown and sticks head down there.....
Nurse: Doctor ! Doctor ! what are you doing ? it's her breasts we are operating on.....
Surgeon: Nurse shush.... this is important medical research you know....trust me I'm a doctor...
click flash click....
Surgeon: marvelous, that's another one to hang on my wall......Nurse, pass me the scalpel....
Now transplant these events to say Bluewater shopping mall, but think of it in these terms.....
Ms Y [we'll shall call this victim Ms Y so as not to identify her]....Ms Y is on the escalator and a man looks at Ms Y's breasts and thinks to him sen.....mmm wait just a minute, I wonder what her mary might look like, at which point man whips out his iPorn and points it up Ms Y's frock, moves her panties to one side and then click flash click.....now at the nano second of the second click of the camera shutter, I can predict, the following....
1. Ms Y screams out loud
2. Man looks around to wonder what the commotion is
3. Other shoppers have seen what happened and man is wrestled to the ground and phone taken off him
4. Half a dozen burly shopping mall security guards hold him down whilst waiting for police
5. Police frog march man to court and court is shown photos taken without Ms Y's permission
6. Man is given criminal conviction/record and placed on the sex offenders register, despite his protestations he was doing it for research
Now think about this....just because the actual offence occurred in an operating theatre and he was working on her chest area...was his offence any less than if he had committed it in Bluewater Shopping Mall ? From sex offender to surgeon with the click flash click of an iPhone !! And yet they let him back to work......anyone of us would have been sacked and on the sex offenders register....un~fkg~believable !
..... 20 years ago today, James Bulger, was led away to the end of his very short life..... he was just 3 years old....
I remember the original events well, I can even remember where I was driving, when the news broke on the car radio that his body had been found, and the sorrow I felt for his family, the strangers that they were, that they still are......
And so this morning, radio 4 was running an interview with his father.... I couldn't listen.... I just knew it would be too hard to listen..... such is the selfishness that is thyself, I could turn the dial to off....
Ralph Bulger does not have that luxury.....
I am not sure whether a song is appropriate, maybe to assuage my guilt at turning the radio off perhaps......
...and so it is, this image appeared in a random google search for deformed skulls.........what in gawd's name was goin on in this blokes head when he said.........here do us a favour and tek me photo..... I want me tattoo rating......
And what FFS is going on with his middle wicket.......
I can only assume Linda was overwhelmed when she first saw it....
what a loving tribute from a man to a woman....
Picture the scene:
Location: The Nags Head in between pints 6 & 7
Fred: ere Arry I'm finking of gettin one them thar tattoo thingies.....
Arry: aint you abit old for that sort of thing Fred ?
Fred: corse not, I saw it on that there discovery channel, they are all the rage, even chicks get em done now.....
Arry: So wot sort you gunna get then ?
Fred: Well as I like gardening and whatnot, I thought I might hav some roses and butterflies.....
Arry: oh
Fred: Another pint Arry ?
........now wind the clock forward a week.....
Location: The Nags Head at the bar before pint 1
Fred: Evening Arry....
Arry: Evening Fred, pint of your usual ?, you gue and sit down and i'll bring em over
Arry: There ya gue Fred.....eh why ya not sittin down ?
Fred: me arse is a bit sore, I had me tattoo done last week, wanna look ?
Arry: sure, but can't see why ya arse urts.......
Fred: [drops his kecks, and bends over to "face" Arry]
smash...crash....everyone in the bar turns around...... [Arry's dropped his pint on the floor, open mouthed]
Fred: here do us a favour Arry and tek me photo..... I want me tattoo rating......
Arry: oh
Fred: Another pint Arry ?
Is this what Tim Berners Lee had in mind when
he declared to his colleagues.....
I have thought of a brilliant idea how we can easily
share data with others, strangers even, and they will be
awe of what they see...... you can say that again....
So to steal a line from Len ....I'll give it seveeeeeeern
Now of course which ever side of the gallows you stand, when it comes to the capital punishment of hanging, I readily acknowledge there are some incredibly complex legal, moral, ethical, and social arguments, such that you find even within your own argument there are many contradictions......
But in the case of those two above and Dale Cregan below..........
I'd be inclined to say, put aside the incredibly complex legal, moral, ethical, and social arguments, and even the many contradictions in your own argument....... and simply go and get 3 suitable lengths of rope........
.... I have just put down my knitting and have been listening to evidence.....the case might not be over.......... nor the jury given its verdict............but I can say without fear of contradiction........
this cnut......
is not fit to walk this earth.....
If ever there was an advert to promote hanging.....this face should appear centre stage....
Now I realise that his trial continues and justice needs to be allowed to follow it's proper and natural course, but if you were on the jury and you saw this face in the dock....
admit it, you wouldn't even bother to put your knitting down or listen to the evidence, you know full well what verdict you will give....there are just some people.... I wonder if his trial will prove he is one of them ? Won't take much wondering me thinks.....
This beggars belief...will anybody answer for this ?.....not on your nelly. If this was my relative who was the victim, I would be a man on mission and I'd take no prisoners.... but there is no doubt the "authorities" failed...when will they get a grip......
Whilst all this madness is going on, what is this wanker doing ?.......selling tittle tattle to a newspaper for £1,750.......£1,750 for christ's sake....just how desperate was he for money ?
Don't the Police pay their employees a proper wage these days ?....I know his trial is on going, but I don't give a rats arse, he is guilty as sin.....
but when will the authorities get a sodding grip ?.......
...according to my bloggaministrator rights this is showing as my 100th blog entry, and generally speaking 100 is something to celebrate... although in the case of my eldest daughter I should remind her that you celebrate 100 on your 100th birthday and not your 50th. She claimed she sent me a happy 100th birthday card for my 50th in case I wasn't lucky enough to make it to 100.....reading my further comments below she might have a point....
So for my 100th blog I do have something to celebrate.....although I will add the caveat, that I never intended to write a blog about my mundane life, because quite frankly, such becomes a touch too self indulgent and can result in smug self satisfaction....just read any Liz Jones article for that....
But today, for my 100th blog I am going to do just that, indulge in some smug self satisfaction....so if you are reading this.....and why wouldn't you be..... forgive me....
I have written about my two daughters before, but I still think back to last year....there was my wife at the epicentre of her own personal crisis, and when you are stood close to the epicentre inevitably you will feel the force of the emotional tsunami coming your way, well my two daughters felt the full force head on, but I could only lend an encouraging hug and try and say the right thing, and offer my unconditional love, the way a parent does...... but also recognising that the emotional tsunami was a full 360 degree.....
But as I watched on, I saw my two daughters not just cope, but in their own way fight back.....seeing their mum fighting back....gave them the direction to fight their own fight, and despite being engulfed by the tsunami that cancer creates, they fought back and last summer won...and it seems continue to win....so my eldest with a first class honours degree under her belt is pressing ahead with her MA, whilst my youngest is now learning so much about the workings of the human body, she even gave me a lesson in familial hypercholesterolaemia.
Now I should add at this point there was a reason for her sharing this topic with me, in that most people inherit stuff from their parents, when said parent departs.....often it is a gold watch, well in my case it was, it was a beautiful gold watch that my dad was given for 25 years slaver....ach erm....service at his factory. It is a watch that I shall cherish until my last breath, but it seems it was not only was it a gold watch he bequeathed to me.....he also passed on his life time supply of statins, to now treat my recently diagnosed familial hypercholesterolaemia.
My daughter [knowing my longing for pies] was informing me that I am very fortunate to get to the age of 50 sans heart attack, as once you reach the age of 35 year, regardless of fitness/diet/body size you then enter the unlucky zone..... When I was first diagnosed late last year, I didn't really concern my self too much, but when I read this.....
And so to think not long ago I was reading to her, wonderful children's stories and now she is reading to me horror stories like.....Identification and management of familial hypercholesterolaemia (FH) Full guideline August 2008.
But for all the pride I have for her, today's 100th celebration I will hand to my eldest.....
Wind back the clock to around 3 years ago.....
Location: A trendy bar in downtown Singapore
Parents: So how are you enjoying life in Singapore ?
Eldest Daughter: It's fab, I love the university and after my course I have been offered a 3 month internship with Elle Singapore but.....
Parents: Thats wonderful, why the but ?
Eldest Daughter: I applied to Vogue London but they turned me down, they said I need two good interships under my belt and I've not finished my degree yet
Parents: Don't be disappointed, do the Elle internship, get your degree, get more internships and apply again
Location: Somewhere in a cold miserable wet England, ie not Singapore
brrrng brrrng brrrng.....
Eldest Daughter: [words in head] ...who's that ringing...I don't recognise that number....I know I am not due any whiplash compensation as I have not been in any accidents lately....oh well I'll answer it anyway......
Eldest Daughter: [words from gob] Hello this is Miss Grace
Caller: Ah good morning Miss Grace, I am the Managing Editor of Vogue
Miss Grace: [words from gob] ah good morning...... [words in head] oh my god ! oh my god ! Vogue are ringing me......
Managing Editor of Vogue: We've got your CV and we would like you to come for an interview, when would you be available ?
Miss Grace: [words from gob] Oh thank you, let me just check my diary ......[words in head] oh my god ! oh my god ! Vogue want me to go for an interview....I don't care what day they say I will go...oh my god ! vogue is on the line.....
Miss Grace: [words from gob] I should be available most times, when were you thinking .......[words in head] oh my god ! oh my god ! I don't care if she says come on Thurlagday.....I will go on that day even though that day doesn't exist...
Managing Editor of Vogue: Ok, could you come on 6th February at our London offices
Miss Grace: [words from gob] that would be no problem, I look forward to seeing you then, bye till then.........[words in head] oh my god ! oh my god ! Vogue have asked me to go to an interview at their London offices...... I am soooooooo excited ! yahaaaaaay
Now wind the clock forwards to 6th February......
Location: The London Offices of Vogue in cold miserable wet England, ie not Singapore
Managing Editor of Vogue: Ah good morning Miss Grace, nice to meet you
Miss Grace: [words from gob] Ah good morning, a pleasure to meet you too .......[words in head] oh my god ! oh my god ! oh my god ! I am in the inner sanctum of the London Offices of Vogue...can this really be happening.....
Managing Editor of Vogue: ....blah blah blah blah......
Miss Grace: [words from gob] .....blah blah blah blah..... [words in head] oh my god ! oh my god ! oh my god ! I am in the inner sanctum of the London Offices of Vogue...can this really be happening.....
Managing Editor of Vogue: Well Miss Grace we are pleased to offer you an internship with Vogue Magazine, welcome to Vogue
Miss Grace: [words from gob] Thank you very much, I know I shall enjoy it here......[words in head] oh my god ! oh my god ! oh my god ! I can feel my heart pounding...I think I am going to cry/faint/jump up and down stupidly {delete as appropriate}....noooo Miss Grace .... keep your cool......
Now wind the clock forwards a nano second later......
Location: Outside of the London Offices of Vogue in cold miserable wet England, ie not Singapore
Eldest Daughter: [words from gob] burble, shriek, blah blah, burble, shriek garble..... YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS ..........[words in head] {A pure vacuum}
Parents: That's fantastic news Miss Grace.....but are you jumping up and down stupidly, shrieking loudly in the street and are people staring at you ?
Eldest Daughter: [words from gob] burble, shriek, blah blah, burble, shriek garble..... YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS ..........[words in head] {A pure vacuum}
Parents: oh....best you come home for your own safety and the safety of the general public....
Eldest Daughter: [words from gob] burble, shriek, blah blah, burble, shriek garble..... YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS OK see you soooooooon..........[words in head] {A pure vacuum}
And so it is, I think back to almost 1 year ago, watching Miss Grace standing next to a hospital bed, trying her damnedest to hold back the tears, and there she was in a London street on 6th February 2013 with tears of joy in her eyes........
So in my world, today is officially Miss Grace day and there can only be one SoD....in fact there can be 2 SoD's and this calls for a double celebration.....
Suicide is an ugly beast, and I am not about to write all I know about suicide, because I know very little about it nor what drives someone to take that ultimate step........however, in my life, I have had 2 experiences of a close association to suicide, and both times when I was told, they were like a bolt through me and whilst I can't claim to be close to the individuals who took their own lives, it still had an impact on mine.......being in a car with 23 year old lad for an hour, who's mum had just taken her own life, what in god's name can you say........ I said nothing........
I consider my life quite ordinary, so for me to have two direct experiences, is that unusual ? Neither of the persons were blood relatives, but in my recent life I have also known 2 other people who each had an experience of the suicide of a blood relative. So it's hard to know what the true impact in society suicide truely has. It is a complex subject and take for example, the hoax queen call suicide, what ever the puerile nature of the 2 antipodean disc jockeys might be, I do think it was disingenuous to plant the guilt of Jacintha Saldanha suicide, squarely at the feet of the DJ's [shortly after her death].
......and so to my 2nd experience, last year there I was on the other side of the world, having just come out of an intense session of meetings and I read my text.....Richard has taken his own life........ How could that be I thought, he was such a smiley happy chap......... my daughters were bridesmaids at his wedding, his wife was a bridesmaid at our wedding, my wife was a bridesmaid at her mothers wedding...... But for reasons that he has taken to the grave with him, in the middle of the night he went into the garage, he took his own life....... a wonderful wife and two young boys left behind.....
And so that's what caught my eye, when I saw this mornings story..... to all intents and purposes she is a complete stranger, and had I not scanned the headlines I would never have known her story.
When all said and done it is a Daily Mail headline, so one can only surmise at the true nature of her relationship with her husband and the lecturer, but what can be readily inferred, is that they both cared for her, such that had things been different, they would have both shared the joy of a new life being born within her, but instead it all just ended so sad....... and so now there are two men who will never see life the same, a daughter who will never know her mother to the full, and a child unborn.
I make no judgement about her act, people are too quick to condemn those who take their own lives.....when I think about my 2 experiences, I can only think how sad....and that's what I thought this morning.....what a sad story....
... when I started this blog, I did acknowledge to myself that, in truth I do not have unique thoughts, and whilst I want to believe there is only 1 of me, of course there are lots of me.
There I was thinking about my more opinionated tourettes imbued posts, I happened to click on some other blogs and it seems I was right, the longing that I may have, that there should only be one of me, it seems there are lots of me.....this chap may be on a slightly different path to me but I suspect he is using the same fuel as me to get there......
It seems there is an whole band of bloggers with something very similar to say as me....so there is it, there is not one of me, there of lots of me.... that will make my wife sooooooo happy....
And talking of wifes, I am sure that mine is on the same path as me, but she is definitely using different fuel to me......
There we were spending a whole weekend fixing a multitude of our builders fookups, and she was in charge of sarnies and drinks and I was in charge of music.....
As I am on a travelling theme today, the SoD I have picked, came up on the play list on saturday, and so I turned it on full throttle, to which my wife retorted....haven't you got anything better than this crap.....yep she is definitely using different fuel.....
So on the basis that my wife has not got a brand new Cadillac this is my SoD.....
.... I woke up this morning listening to the headlines, I was thinking that the SoD would be the Police - ghost in the machine, which was driven by the headline that the police, for their under cover operations stole the identities of dead children, as the front for their under cover work.... much of this under cover work supposedly to catch out tree huggers !....
They wonder why there is no respect for the Police and thus law and order....if anyone else did such a thing, they are classed as a fraudster....and yet the police with all their legitimate resources managed to stoop so low. Leaving aside the legal morality of it, there is still the ethical side.
They didn't just steal the names [as my blog opener says, there is never just one of you] but it went beyond using a name, they used every aspect of that child's formal identity. The parents of that child suffered the terrible trauma of losing the child, and instead of respecting their loss, what do our illustrious Police elect to do......ah that'll do nicely thank you very much..... well Mr Plod....it will not.......fucking morally reprehensible is what it is, and you should hang your heads in utter shame......and in my world, those wankers [yes for sure they are wankers] in the Police force who sanctioned this madness, should be sacked, stripped of their pensions and then prosecuted.
Then looking at today's other headlines, we see that the there is now the suggestion the Police Log covering the Plebgate saga, might not read true....noooooooooo....how can that be we ask.....
Honestly who in fucks name is responsible for good management in the Police force ? What actually do they now teach them in Hendon ? We know there has always been corrupt Police officers, there are corrupt people in every walk of life..... but this goes beyond individual acts of stupidity, this is criminal !!
Then when you think the news is busy enough...what then lands in the centre of the radar like an exocet missile........this....
What chance do today's youngsters have, to work out right from wrong, when all they see in the news is those in power who should behave in a way far removed from the way they actually did/do. That smug bastard Chris Huhne, telling the world how innocent he was, and he would fight these charges all the way, and now with a bit of luck he will be some lags bitch in wormwood scrubs....and I have no sympathy for him......non.
And when Nick Plebb....ach erm...Nick Clegg says....
Mr Clegg said the man he beat to the Lib Dem leadership
in 2007 had done the right thing by deciding to step down [BBC.co.uk]
It makes Mr Huhne sound oh sooooo honourable..... the right thing ! ...the right thing !..... he had no figgin choice Plebby.....ach erm I mean Cleggy !!
With all these matters, in some ways it's not so much the original offence, but it's when found out they just don't get it, and time and time again they fail to take responsibility for their actions, but oh boy...... the damage they leave in their wake..... whether it's sportsmen [yes Lance I do mean you]...... politicians.......the police....... [the list could go on], yes they make mistakes....we all do.......that's what makes us better than computers....we make mistakes based on emotions......what a sad place the world would be without human emotion to drive us.......but I look at my mistakes, and I have made many, and I can see why I made them....but that is the thing, I am prepared to acknowledge mine, and for sure I will make more of them before the end.... but would I steal a dead child's identity ? ....not on your nelly.
But a very worrying headline of the day was to come....and I knew it...I just knew it.....
In all honesty I wouldn't actually be repulsed if there was horse meat in me pies [I love pies...and I've even been partial to a Kangaroo stew before now] but it's about informed choices and if there was a steak and kidney pie or a horse pie on the shelf of Tesco, I would choose steak and kidney every time....
But this is yet another example of it all not being what it seems.....and they wonder why...
Talking of wonders...this must be a cue for today's SoD
you can't but help admire him........ noooooo not yesterday's KoD, but today's MoD....
The world of soccer is besmirched by footballers who are nothing but money grabbing greedy narcissistic bastards, but there are 1 or 2 who show a completely different approach....
But David Beckham is in a league of his own..... in my view he suffers too much disparaging humour, mainly made by so called impressionists, but David Beckham has proven to be a great ambassador for football, for Britishisness and a role model for kids of today....
There he is at 37 years old, and there is no doubt football [and the glory that comes with it] has given him a good living, but at 37 years old he still wants to play football at the highest level.... it was a travesty that Stuart Pearce did not pick him for British Olympic Football team, David Beckham deserved better.
But there he is at 37 years old wanting to play at the highest level, and instead of engorging his finances some more, he will play for nothing, so that his wages will be donated to a local charity.....such is David Beckhams approach to public life, is that he will play for nothing whilst a charity will benefit...now that's what you call a role model..... not these money grabbing players who show nothing but contempt for the fans who pay their wages, and in some cases contempt for the rule of law.
How sad though that news reporters of his signing for Paris St Germain still want to have a dig....
