FC Bryan Munich

Another season is upon us and i'm pleased to announce my fantasy team for 2011....



Unlike previous years i've not tinkered with it at all since deciding on my 15. It's a proper mindfuck when you're thinking i wish i'd got him, what if he turns out to be shit etc. I've decided to take a "que sera, sera" approach.

Bet i'm using my transfer wildcard after week 1.

A Craze Gone Too Far

Weddings are supposed to be civilised events. So there shouldn't really be any place for this kind of thing......














Needless to say i wasn't the official photographer.

Unfinished business

I've just looked and realised there's about 5 blogs i've started and can't finish. These may or may not appear in the next few days.

Also, quite predictably i didn't fill my World Cup sticker album, haven't cycled in 2 weeks and packed in trying to write after coming up with a stroyboard and a single page of script.

It seems i've lost the motivation to do anything constructive at the moment. I might put this on hiatus for a bit.

Yes, take them away

Next week i'm going to count the amount of takeaway menus that come through our door. It's getting fucking ridiculous now. Yesterday a guy approached the house while i was getting out of the car and i said "we're ok thanks mate" and he walked on. Then moments after i went in the house he came back and put a menu through the door.

I wish

I wish Pot Noodles came with a sachet of tears rather than soy sauce. It really would save me a lot of effort.

It's been happening again

Little wonder i'm single. Christ knows what people think when they see that.

X Gon' give it to you. And by "it" he means a Princess Diana commemorative plate.

I was recently informed by a friend that in the song "X gonna give it to ya" DMX is in a fact referring to a commemorative Princess Diana plate. At first i was sceptical but having read the lyrics it seems to make sense............

[DMX]
Arf arf
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr)
Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted
This rap shit, is mine
Motherfucker, it is not, a fucking, game
Fuck what you heard
It's what you hearin
It's what you hearin (Listen)
It's what you hearin (Listen)
It's what you hearin (Listen)

[Verse 1]
X gon give it to ya
Fuck wait for you to get it on your own
X gon deliver to ya
Knock knock, open up the door, it's real
Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel
Go hard gettin busy wit it
But I got such a good heart
I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it
Damn right and I'll do it again
Cuz I am right so I gots to win
Break bread wit the enemy
But no matter how many cats I break bread wit
I'll break who you sendin me
You motherfucker never wanted nothin
But your life said, that's for the light day
I'm gettin down, down
Make it say freeze
But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo)
Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play
Stay out my way, motherfucker

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, DON'T LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
[Repeat Once]

[Verse 2]
Ain't never gave nothin to me
But everytime I turn around
Cats got they hands out wantin something from me
I ain't got it so you can't get it
Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it
Hit it wit full strength
I'm a jail nigga
So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen
You against me, me against you
Whatever, whenever
What the fuck you gon do?
I'm a wolf in sheep clothing
Only nigga that you know that can chill
Come back and get the streets open
I've been doing this for nineteen years
Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears
I put in work and it's all for the kids
But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!)
They don't know who we be
Lookin! but they don't know who they see, nigga

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
[Repeat Once]

[Verse 3]
Aiiyo where my niggaz at?!
I know I got them down in the game
Give em love and they give it back
Talk too much for too long
Don't give up you're to strong (What?!)
A dog to bow bow hug it
Shoutout to niggaz that done it
And it ain't even about the dough
It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo (for real)

[Chorus: DMX]
First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL
Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
X gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya
[Repeat Twice]

Leave it to the professionals.

After developing quite a thing for hot shot pizzas over the years i decided i'd have a bash at making my own. I'd looked forward to this for a few days and as with most things in life it turned out to be yet another anti climax.


Before



After



It'd be all too easy to blame the shop bought base (which was garbage) but i'll take full responsibility for it being gash. I made basic errors and have no excuses.


Oh yeah, and this happened.

It's crazy!

Forget "rocking the cradle" the "Shearer salute" or any Samba jig nonsense. When it comes to goal celebrations Luca Toni's "it's crazy/that was crazy" wins every time. He basically stretches his fingers by the side of his head and turns his wrist back and forth as if opening an imaginary jar of beetroot on the side of his face. I'm not entirely sure why this gesture represents "it's crazy" but who am i to question anything.




After scoring what turned out to be the winner in the Champions League against Man U last season Arjen Robben (below) went nuts and did about 5 celebrations in 1. Part of this saw a variation of Toni's "it's crazy" only Robben'ss facial expression suggests that the jar of betroot is boiling hot and he then jerks his hand about as if he's been burnt. Hard to describe. Put it in youtube. You'll see.




Anyway, for some reason that has become something of an in joke among friends and it seems to be all i want to do these days. I'm finding it hard to stop doing and It's getting worrying.
The other week in ASDA i spotted some Pork chops reduced and started doing it then seconds later i turned round and could see my brother coming towards me with the trolley also doing it. He looked disabled. And i can only imagine i do. But i can't stop. I don't understand it. :/