The Eton Boat Song
Wahey! The BBC has finally decided to dump that pointless piece of class-ridden bollocks - the boat race. Sadly, ITV have, apparently picked up the mantle and are running with it. The BBC has stated that the boat race organisers had decided to pursue a 'highly commercial agenda'. I think we can construe from this that they were asking an arm and a leg for the TV rights. Just what 'old money' makes of these parvenus selling to the highest bidder hasn't been recorded, but I expect the jowls are shaking and dark mutterings are echoing round the corridors of power.Personally I'm just glad that my licence money isn't being used to line the pockets of the chinless undeserving any longer. A more pointless activity I can't think of. It smacks of pre-war clipped accents, comfortable privelege and the class system. Good riddance.
When I first dived recklessly into the wonderful world of t'internet, I did so via Demon. I still keep the account going and let my Dad use it. It saves him having to faff about setting up his own and saves him the monthly fee.
I still clear out the mailbox every now and then. As a result of allowing my demon email address to circulate (now I know better) 99% of the content is just spam. I was doing this earlier and noticed some of the ludicrous names that these viagra sellers, loan offerers and pornographers adopt. I say adopt because names like Arnoldo Fico, Nathaniel Stranger, Trenton Woody, Zack McCain, Octavio Spinks and the wonderful Lino McHendry surely can't be real? These are names out of Airport novels and 'Danielle Steele Presents....' afternoon movies.
"It's a boy Mrs McHendry"
"A boy? We'll call him.....Lino"
Well the Ukranian evening eventually turned into a great success. In retrospect this was due to the discovery of a powerful Ukranian beer called Obolon. The version I was quaffing was a 5.2% and it was very well received. Add to this the ludicrously low prices in the club and a good night is almost guaranteed. As an example 2 half litre bottles of Obolon, a Bells whisky, a Malibu (don't ask) and a vodka came to the dizzy sum of £6.20 !! It almost made wearing the monkey suit worth it.Highlight of the evening was a display of Ukrainian dancing. Supported by an old guy on a huge piano accordian with a folorn looking gentleman (think Clement Freud - see above left) providing a beat by hitting a bass drum, young women with sparkling eyes and dazzling smiles were flung around in colourful costumes by muscular young men in baggy trousers and knee-high boots. As the wee small hours approached, Ukranian 'pop' music was played by a local band as the floor filled with bog-standard dancers twitching and shuffling a much more prosaic pastiche of the glory that had gone before.
All in all it was a good day Saturday. City finally won a league game after three months and United were held to a draw by Leeds.
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