So these contemptible mugs have made their big plan. sportsdirect.com@stjames'park. What?! Where does that make sense? Apparently it is the cheapest way to take cash out of NUFC (second email on the page) and the FCB's other company at a low tax rate.
I always dreamed of the day the club would be used as a tax haven. Jesus.
PROTEST PROTEST PROTEST. They might have ignored this so far but it'll be hard to ignore 10k plus outside the ground having a yell at these utter scabs.
STAND UP FOR ST JAMES'!
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Monday, 2 November 2009
Run to the Facts
Dear Sheffield United,
What goes around, comes around.
Here's another cliché! If you can't take it, don't dish it out.
Dirtier than Leeds, who would have thought... Henderson hitting Coloccini, Morgan assaulting Carroll minute after minute, Nolan and Butt whistled all game, Smith talked to for attempting a slide tackle on a 'keeper who didn't have the ball under control and was fair game...
Shay Given in the Shite Sports studio. LEGEND.
Best,
Wonderful Restaurant.
What goes around, comes around.
Here's another cliché! If you can't take it, don't dish it out.
Dirtier than Leeds, who would have thought... Henderson hitting Coloccini, Morgan assaulting Carroll minute after minute, Nolan and Butt whistled all game, Smith talked to for attempting a slide tackle on a 'keeper who didn't have the ball under control and was fair game...
Shay Given in the Shite Sports studio. LEGEND.
Best,
Wonderful Restaurant.
Stadiums and Shrines II
Nexus (metro chaps) have stated they will not be renaming SJP metro station whatever the outcome of this fiasco:
"Dear Nick,
Our media department have made a statement regarding this matter which is:
NEXUS STATEMENT ON ST JAMES METRO STATION
Statement from Nexus about St James Metro station.
Nexus can today confirm we would not seek to change the name of St James Metro station in the centre of Newcastle, regardless of any plans by Newcastle United Football Club.
Regards,
Mark Chenylle-Proctor
Metro-Communications Assistant
Metro Control Centre, Station Road, South Gosforth, Newcastle Upon Tyne, NE3 1PZ
Tel. 0191 2033199/Fax 2033319
Mark.Chenylle-Proctor"
Adidas confirm that they're not interested in taking part in this twatfest either:
"Dear Sir
Thank you for your recent email regarding Newcastle United Football Club.
adidas can confirm that we have not been offered the naming rights to St James’ Park and, if offered, would not consider taking the naming rights.
adidas remains committed to our on-pitch partnership with the club.
Yours sincerely
Lauren Cruse
Customer Care Manager
For and on behalf of adidas (UK) Limited"
A shift in momentum. Keep on keepin' on.
"Dear Nick,
Our media department have made a statement regarding this matter which is:
NEXUS STATEMENT ON ST JAMES METRO STATION
Statement from Nexus about St James Metro station.
Nexus can today confirm we would not seek to change the name of St James Metro station in the centre of Newcastle, regardless of any plans by Newcastle United Football Club.
Regards,
Mark Chenylle-Proctor
Metro-Communications Assistant
Metro Control Centre, Station Road, South Gosforth, Newcastle Upon Tyne, NE3 1PZ
Tel. 0191 2033199/Fax 2033319
Mark.Chenylle-Proctor"
Adidas confirm that they're not interested in taking part in this twatfest either:
"Dear Sir
Thank you for your recent email regarding Newcastle United Football Club.
adidas can confirm that we have not been offered the naming rights to St James’ Park and, if offered, would not consider taking the naming rights.
adidas remains committed to our on-pitch partnership with the club.
Yours sincerely
Lauren Cruse
Customer Care Manager
For and on behalf of adidas (UK) Limited"
A shift in momentum. Keep on keepin' on.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
No One Would Riot for Less
You may or may not know that the Fat Cockney Bastard, Mike Ashley, has put the rights to name St James Park up for grabs. A stadium that has grown to a monolith of the football world over the last century (and a bit) may well be The Adidas Arena very soon if the good people of the world do nothing. So let's do our bit. You can go to the Newcastle United's Supporters Trust website and sign the petition against the name change, member or no, fan or misguided soul. If you don't see why this isn't a big deal, then feel free to ask.
Or I can tell you, providing you're still reading this drivel. This is the link between the club and city that has endured all the bullshit of the last 13 years (minus a few under SBR) and is about to be extinguished in the name of corporate vestige.
Mike Ashley has burnt the final bridge. There is no turning back.
This is war. No more hiding.
Or I can tell you, providing you're still reading this drivel. This is the link between the club and city that has endured all the bullshit of the last 13 years (minus a few under SBR) and is about to be extinguished in the name of corporate vestige.
Mike Ashley has burnt the final bridge. There is no turning back.
This is war. No more hiding.
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
To Hell with Good Intentions
The Dodos, Live@Bush Hall, London, 3/09/09
It often smacks of a lack of confidence or ability when a writer reverts to trite comparisons with a band’s larger peers in ‘the great scheme of things’ but when you’re talking about a band like The Dodos it just happens to be the sensible course of action. Sensibility does not always seem to come to the fore tonight, songs seem to stretch out and on forever when they might just be over a terse six or seven minutes (and they aren’t all Red and Purple, either). It all ends up as an over-complicated mess of simplified-folk mugging. The rolling plains atmosphere of opener Paint the Rust recalls Okkervil River or The Shins at their peak but those heights aren’t scaled again until the evening draws to a close with a peachy transition from Fools through to Walking and a furious Red and Purple.
Chances are you’ll see where I’m going with this. The critics haven’t been very loud in vociferous praise for new LP Time to Die and as an onlooker versed in the ways of their lopsided precursor, Visiter, it probably won’t get a look in at the next spotify session (just checked and the first album isn’t on there). There are times where the songs just seem to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag and the chatter at the back of the hall becomes a little more pronounced with each passing track. Everyone quiets down when God? busts out, all picked out on Meric Long’s gross finger nail (rather long) and explodes, as they do all night, at its conclusion but all the dancing is reserved for the encore. The intimacy of the surrounds and the skills of the duo (plus friend on vibraphone!) married to their collegiate looks evokes a similarity to Vampire Weekend in every sense; the misjudged pacing of the set is forgivable but there are simply too many songs that exit the memory stage left as soon as the final strains disappear.
A conscious build-up of energy between artist and audience is rare to see these days and it does seem to take place this evening but the captivation seems, at times, wasted or, worse, ignored. Support band Coastguards had remarked earlier in the evening that this was their third night on the tour, “on the first night, they were jetlagged and they put on an awesome show, last night they were tired and tore the shit out of the place… so tonight ought to be pretty special”; the environment portended this modest soothsaying to be true but in reality it sinks into more of a dispirited ebb and flow between the magnificent and the must-try-harder. There are moments when the roof really does come close to blowing off and then it seems like lullaby time, let’s all get ready for bed. Nothing else momentous, just a tad more finger-picking and a slump into mediocrity, until an ornate construction leads into a billowing Fools and everyone involved shakes the lead out, a little late, but the crowd go ballistic anyway.
The Dodos have chosen a perfect moniker, as they come close to signing their own execution notices at the midway stage after a promising opening fifteen or so minutes, which no band can afford to do in a saturated market where the punters are starting to count their pennies. It might be a(nother) lazy cliché but… The Dodos seem to want to have their cake and eat it but that just seems like a one-eyed approach when everybody can tell you the icing is what you ought to savour. Who’s the fool now?
It often smacks of a lack of confidence or ability when a writer reverts to trite comparisons with a band’s larger peers in ‘the great scheme of things’ but when you’re talking about a band like The Dodos it just happens to be the sensible course of action. Sensibility does not always seem to come to the fore tonight, songs seem to stretch out and on forever when they might just be over a terse six or seven minutes (and they aren’t all Red and Purple, either). It all ends up as an over-complicated mess of simplified-folk mugging. The rolling plains atmosphere of opener Paint the Rust recalls Okkervil River or The Shins at their peak but those heights aren’t scaled again until the evening draws to a close with a peachy transition from Fools through to Walking and a furious Red and Purple.
Chances are you’ll see where I’m going with this. The critics haven’t been very loud in vociferous praise for new LP Time to Die and as an onlooker versed in the ways of their lopsided precursor, Visiter, it probably won’t get a look in at the next spotify session (just checked and the first album isn’t on there). There are times where the songs just seem to draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag and the chatter at the back of the hall becomes a little more pronounced with each passing track. Everyone quiets down when God? busts out, all picked out on Meric Long’s gross finger nail (rather long) and explodes, as they do all night, at its conclusion but all the dancing is reserved for the encore. The intimacy of the surrounds and the skills of the duo (plus friend on vibraphone!) married to their collegiate looks evokes a similarity to Vampire Weekend in every sense; the misjudged pacing of the set is forgivable but there are simply too many songs that exit the memory stage left as soon as the final strains disappear.
A conscious build-up of energy between artist and audience is rare to see these days and it does seem to take place this evening but the captivation seems, at times, wasted or, worse, ignored. Support band Coastguards had remarked earlier in the evening that this was their third night on the tour, “on the first night, they were jetlagged and they put on an awesome show, last night they were tired and tore the shit out of the place… so tonight ought to be pretty special”; the environment portended this modest soothsaying to be true but in reality it sinks into more of a dispirited ebb and flow between the magnificent and the must-try-harder. There are moments when the roof really does come close to blowing off and then it seems like lullaby time, let’s all get ready for bed. Nothing else momentous, just a tad more finger-picking and a slump into mediocrity, until an ornate construction leads into a billowing Fools and everyone involved shakes the lead out, a little late, but the crowd go ballistic anyway.
The Dodos have chosen a perfect moniker, as they come close to signing their own execution notices at the midway stage after a promising opening fifteen or so minutes, which no band can afford to do in a saturated market where the punters are starting to count their pennies. It might be a(nother) lazy cliché but… The Dodos seem to want to have their cake and eat it but that just seems like a one-eyed approach when everybody can tell you the icing is what you ought to savour. Who’s the fool now?
Almost Ready
Hello folks.
The new Pearl Jam album is out soon. Click on the link to see the video to new single, The Fixer.
Listen to the song I pinched the blog title to this time here.
Check the side bar for the Cynical-C blog, saw it in The Guardian a few weeks ago and only just looked it up again. Priceless.
The new Pearl Jam album is out soon. Click on the link to see the video to new single, The Fixer.
Listen to the song I pinched the blog title to this time here.
Check the side bar for the Cynical-C blog, saw it in The Guardian a few weeks ago and only just looked it up again. Priceless.
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