Superbowl Sweethearts
"Wardrobe malfunction" my arse. I ask you: if you have no intention of the world seeing your right (or indeed left) breast, why bother adorning your nipple with a 'silver tassle'? All I can say is Janet must have an album coming out or attempting a comeback or something.What has become a source of amusement though is the absolute outrage of Corporate America. Grow up - it's only a breast fer Gawd's sake. They're fairly common on the front of females I'm led to believe. The sight of a rogue one flapping uncontrollably does not necessitate the dimming of the stadium lights, pulling the plug on the live TV coverage and prayer meetings the length and breadth of the US of A.
Mind you, if the protagonists didn't believe that the predictable furore would occur, they probably wouldn't have done it would they?
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Arsenal bloody well annoyed me last night. I thought it was a good game, and I thought we were unlucky not to come away with a point. Nice to see Keegan employing a 4-5-1 to try and contain the best team in England. An own goal from Tarnat and a wonder strike from the exquisite Henry bagged it for the Gunners though. Our winless run continues. Unfortunately as the dying seconds ticked away Cole acted like a complete pillock - again. He seems to get away with murder that boy. Anelka was wrong grabbing his head but, if Anelka gets a red then Cole should get the same - not to mention Edu who ran the full length of the pitch to join in.
So Mr GenX at 40 the full compliment of points for Wenger's lads again this season. Now we've given them to you don't waste them, store them safely, add to them and finally - come May - you will hopefully severely disappoint the red half of Manchester once more. I'll drink to that.
I picked my new glasses up yesterday (Opticians open on a Sunday! Why?) They phoned me up at about 2:00pm to tell me they were ready. Being in a Sunday type of 'hang loose, read the papers' mood, it never dawned on me they were actually open at the time of the call. God knows who I thought was phoning me with the news, but Dearest pointed out that it may be a good idea to go and pick them up as I was at work all week and we are flying to Cork for the weekend on Friday.
So I did and now I'm in that 'learning zone' that new glasses bring. For a start off I can see clearly again. Spots, blemishes, wrinkles all self-esteem-crushingly visible as I shave. Still, it won't be long before the clinical, pin sharp view of myself begins to blur at the edges. The slow decline starts the minute you get your new pair you know. You just don't realise that you can't see properly until you acquire the next, thicker and, usually dearer pair. I guess this scenario repeats itself every few years until the day comes when you pick up your last...........
No doubt Opticians will be opening Christmas Day by then.
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