Olympics

Great Britain in 3rd place in the medals tally? 'Oh shut up you berk' would be the answer you'd expect. But we are indeed in that position and even more remarkably, it could have been better. It's quite refreshing to see us dominate in certian sports like the Cycling, Sailing and Rowing. So often we've been 2nd best to Nations, far smaller and poorer than we are, with the media gripping onto the hope that maybe one athlete would be able to bring a medal home. We were world class at getting bronze, but now it seems that's just not good enough anymore.
I listened to an interview on the radio the other day and they were saying how some British athlete's are actually gutted with getting silvers. The womens 4 in the rowing were speechless and it seems like an Australian-like grit and determination has been instille, whereby the previous English philosophy of taking part is no longer acceptable.

The Chinese have taken things even further. I read that their trap shooter was bollocked for coming third. The interviewer posed questions like 'You must be dissapointed with that', 'You only scored 7.8 in round one, explain why that was', until the guy eventually succcumbed to the interogation, admitting that he'd 'let the nation down'. poor sod.

Occasionally on the bbc round up they will finish with funny outakes from the Olympics, that you ordinarily wouldn't see or notice. I will relay the ones i can remember that made me chuckle:
1. A trampolinist that just jumped up and down, didn't attempt any twist, or flips. nothing. The judges actually asked him to stop!
2. A 33 stone Judo wrestler, who had all his gut spilling out. How the fuck are you supposed to throw him over!
3. A women 1500 metre runner, who gets tarted up before each race. Mascara, lipstick, eye shadow, the lot. strange. Maybe she wants a bit of Brendon Foster inside her.

New football season

Thank god its arrived! I've spent numerous days at work pressing the F5 button on the message boards, being addicted to the rumours of which players are coming/going and now thankfully the silly season has finished and we're down to the nitty gritty. Normally you associate the 1st game of the season with scorching temperatures, fans wearing their new shirts sitting outside the pubs in fine voice. Yesterday however was quite the opposite and felt like any other game. The miserable weather, the lack of fans around(probably owing to the fact that i forgot the season tickets and had to go back home making us later than normal) made the whole occassion seem altogether quite strange. The match was preceded with elaborate, over the top fireworks and flames and the prevailing mist gave it quite an Italian like feel. In typical QPR fashion, with the expectation and anticipation surrounding us this season we went 1-0 down after 4 mins. I won't bore you with all the details of the match, but the game nearly ended with our centre back getting a hatrick. weird.

I helped the 4th team get promoted last thursday. I felt quite under pressure actually, considering it was my 1st match with them and they needed 14 points to get promotion. I didn't want to be the cunt that fucked up a whole seasons worth of work for the rest of them that had played in each game and have to avoid the cutting, sarcy remarks from Ian and Colin afterwards. I was playing with bum boy vic Butler and it was draining to say the least. Particular comments included 'keep it in play and wait for them to make a mistake', '3 out of 4 is glory mate. Go for the glory mate'. Hardly Vic. I'd associate glory with winning the world cup, breaking the 100 metre world record or winning all 4 slams in one year, not winning a couple of sets against Harrow Baptist. Talking of Harrow Baptist, my god they were bad. Considering they are in the division above what i have been playing this year with the 5ths they were fucking toilet. This isn't meant to sound arrogant, but i actually felt bored out there, so if that is any sort of reflection or indication of what to expect next year, then we've got little to worry about.

I went to Camden last night. It was shit. There's been a recurring theme to my blogs where i reflect on a place i've been to that i knew was going to be pants, and yet still decided to go, against my better judgement. Though it is a lively place during the day with the market, at night it is quite soulless and characterless. The place we ended up in was full of these goth like gouls and emo sadists and me and my mate Wise were described by one as dressing pretentiously. I felt really out of place and wished i were in soho or covent garden.

Promotion

The 5th team got promoted last night. We needed 14 points to secure it and thats exactly what we did, winning 14-10. It was a difficult match, but probably the most enjoyable, because they were all attacking players and it was good tennis from both teams. I thought it was all going to go tits up though, breaking a string in the 2nd game of the 1st match. Luckily, the racket i borrowed was similiar to mine. My form is good at the moment, which is why it's a shame that the season is now over. I'm looking forward to next season, though it will obviously be a sterner test.

I saw Batman last week. It's a really good film and deserves all the acolades and credit it has already received. I'm glad they didn't decide to scrap showing the film because of Heath ledger's death. What a fucking stupid idea.

I went to london on Saturday night for Gareth and Chris' birthday. We started off in the slug and lettuce and completely took over the place. The group consisted of the usual heads, Chris' uni friends; Gareth's uni/course mates and his brother and his mates. Good banter it were too, with the conversation flitting between the LDC, different moods/types of wanking and offensive football chants. We then headed to Roxy, which is an underground bar/club type place, which played some quality music and offered some reasonably priced boozed. Me and Gareth hooked up with a couple of blonde girls. I've texted mine in the hope of meeting for a drink(maybe a double date), but i'm yet to receive a reply. There's so many unwritten rules/ettiquete involved in when to text, when to expect a reply etc. I'll actually be quite dissapointed if she doesn't reply, she seemed like a really nice girl and she was attractive too.