Showing posts with label Gary Lineker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gary Lineker. Show all posts

Monday 13 March 2023

Nothing Much Today


Nothing has happened, so here is another Daffodil.
Gary Lineker has defeated the fascist BBC controllers, but we knew he would.
All remain in place.
So far.
Some badly dressed females, they may be women, fill the press.  Quite where the glamour of such events went to I have no idea.  'Slappers R Us,' would be a better name.  This the result of some award ceremony.  Much excitement about nothing.  
70 million or so in this island yet there is nothing else reported.
Must be a quiet day?
Not that I would notice.  
I think I will just go back to bed...


Rouen

Friday 10 March 2023

Gary Lineker and Prince Who?


The Gestapo like control from the Conservative controlled BBC continues.  Having refused to Kow-Tow to Tory policy Gary Lineker has been removed from his position on 'Match of the Day' because the Tory government demands this.  The fascist takeover of the nation continues.  The journalists that report facts objectively have been removed, anyone who disagrees fears for his life, so they keep quiet, and now Gary is being used as a weapon to demand obedience Nazi like from the Conservative controlled board.
A reminder, the Board of the BBC has 12 members, 9 of whom belong to the Conservative Party.  The Chairman of the BBC gave almost half a million pounds to the Conservative Party, he also 'arranged' a 'Loan of £800,000' to Boris Johnson.'  The Director General of the BBC stood as a Conservative Candidate at an election, and failed.   He headed up the Hammersmith Conservatives for some time.
Now they accuse Gary of 'lacking impartiality' on one of his personal, not BBC, Tweets on Twitter.  Here he likened the Tory approach to asylum seekers arriving by boat as similar to Germany in the 30s.  He was not wrong and has gathered great support.
Today we hear he has been forced to stand down from his job.
Sieg Heil I say!


Who is this?
Have you heard of him?
Nobody appears to have any knowledge of this man.
However, King Charlie III has.
Not only does he know him, he has decided to use this man both to fill up a gap in the royal protocols, and to annoy his brother Andrew.  Charlie has named this geezer 'The Duke of Edinburgh.'  
Now, you and I know this man has never been to Edinburgh, and indeed may not go there for some time, if at all.  We know this has been done because Andrew, awaiting trial in the USA, is not fit for purpose and must be shoved aside out of the way for another few years.  So, whatsisname comes in as 'Duke.'   This man already is a Duke, the Duke of Wessex, but that title now gets passed onto his son.  Gosh isn't this interesting?  Edward, for this is he apparently, is already Earl of Forfar, if he knows where that is, and is no doubt keen to be seen wasting folks time around Scotland.  
What do the people think?
Have they noticed?
Do they care? 
Well, no...


Thursday 9 March 2023

Dreich Again


The rain pitter-patting outside greeted me this morning.  Had it been pitter-patting inside I may have woken earlier.  I trudged through to the East Wing, agitating the dust on the carpet, brushed aside a cobweb or two from the electric kettle and made tea.
As I clumped up to Sainsburys through the saturated streets, I noticed the sodden pigeons in the park seeking breakfast, oblivious to the rain or the puddles on the pathways.  As I entered the store I greeted the security man, as I did so the water slithered of my cap onto his mobile phone.  I did not snigger.  He did not laugh, but did follow me around on my trail for a while.  Too early for the girls to be on the checkout I made for the self-service counters.  These were busy, and the one woman in charge busier yet.  "Someone is coming to help you," cried one machine after another.  I began to formulate an idea re criminal punishments.  I wondered if instead of 'community service' whatever that is, criminal had to operate the self-service department in supermarkets.  If they were not already psycho then they would be after 24 hours in charge of these!  However, surprisingly nothing went wrong!  I put the stuff through, paid, took the receipt and six needless bits of paper offering extra points for things I bought once a year ago, and went back out into the downpour.  
Splashing my way home I noticed a young man, well dressed, but unfortunately dressed as one of the characters from 'Peaky Blinders' or whatever that was called.  I suppose he is trying to make out he is some sort of 'hard man.'  I would have encouraged him to travel up north and wander around parts of Glasgow dressed this way had he not been on the other side of the street.  I suspect he would dress differently after s day in Bridgeton Cross or the Gorbals.
So the day is set.
Yesterday I made Chilli, and put four bowls into the freezer.  I also attempted Flapjacks, according to an old recipe I once used a lot.  These were a wee bit soft, that is they fell apart.  Maybe next time.  Today, it is chicken casserole for the freezer.  Good grief, any more of this and I will do the ironing, clean the house and dress as a woman and claim all their advantages!  Self ID appears to be the way today. 


The media is full of a terrible incident, Gary Lineker, the well known football presenter, has spoken the truth!  The right-wing have risen as one to attack him and defend the fascist Home Secretary.


The Home Secretary proposed and won with a bill to stop asylum seekers reaching the shores via small boats coming across the channel.  She claimed a hundred million can claim the right to land here, in one paper the term 'billions' is used concerning those who may seek to arrive in the UK.
Gary's tweet brought out all the bile reserved for those who speak truthfully.  Naturally all the 'right' Tories have arrived to defend a woman they all know to be incompetent.  The Daily Mail has more stories on Gary than on the royal family today.  Not even Meghan gets a look in here.  The BBC, in an effort to defend its 'impartiality,' called Gary in for a word re 'impartiality' on tweets.  The BBC has a board of 12, 9 of whom belong to the Tory Party.   The BBC has a Chairman who has donated £500,000 to the Tory Party and arranged a loan of much more for Boris (or was that the Director General? Corruption looks the same in suits)  The Director General stood as a Tory candidate in Hammersmith and has removed almost every journalist offers an objective view on the political situation.  All newsreaders and the ones behind them are Tory led, all political programmes are Tory dominated, few opponents are allowed to speak.  With this as the situation it is hard to understand why Gary's comments are threatening 'impartiality.'  Interestingly, I am told the BBC did not lead with the Bill itself, they led on Gary's Tweet!


The UK has voted, under the lie of Brexit, for a right-wing coup.  This has succeeded and we do not know where this will lead.  It is two years before the next General Election, though something may arrive that changes this, and we have a corrupt and inefficient government, an opposition wearing Tory clothes (which is understandable as they do not know what a 'woman' is),  and the outlook is not a positive one for this country.  
I tell you this is a judgement.


Wednesday 13 January 2016

The Smell of Fame


The problem with mixing with famous people is the temptation to be like them.  Gary Lineker, seen here with wife Danielle has given me the impression for many years that he thought being famous, having a 'trophy wife' and mixing with the rich movers and shakers was the place to be.  
Gary became famous as a talented footballer, a striker who scored an enormous number of goals without being cautioned or sent off by the referee.  He played  at the highest level with Barcelona - and for England, and even proved his worth by scoring TWICE against the Heart of Midlothian during a friendly some years ago and at a time his then side Leicester City were being taken apart by the Gorgie men.  As his playing career ended he found a job in the media, with a column in a grubby paper and then presenting 'Match of the Day' England's premier football highlights show.   He, or his agent, knew how to manage money as he soon found similar jobs elsewhere at million pound prices and has stashed away a great deal during the following years.
On the way he divorced his first wife of 20 years, who knows why, and ended up with the young actress and model.  Hmmm older famed rich male meets actress/model 20 years younger, it smells like love to me.  Now six years on they are amicably divorcing and all is well.  The reason stated is her desire for a child and at 36 it is her last chance, and his reluctance at 55 to endure that.  Hmmm, I'm with him at that, he is too old to be a father now.   He has four sons from his first marriage, ranging between17 and 23 so they are probably well looked after, she has a 14 year old from a previous fling, sorry marriage, isn't that enough?
Hmmm.  
What is it with men like this?  Fame all to often goes to the head.  It may be there were problems in the first marriage however it strikes me when money and fame with celebrity status calls the man no longer as young as he was and with his professional calling behind him looks for 'something' in life he no longer possesses.  Was Danielle a 'trophy wife?'  I suspect so as he often commented on her looks rather than in a manner most men have when mentioning the wife, it was as if the looks mattered more than anything else.  
Gary has his fame, his wealth and his job will remain for some time and I doubt this will hinder his popularity and the cash will still roll in.  My cynical mind however expects to find arguments about money appearing in the gutter press some time soon as discussions over cash break down.
There again I am just cynical when mid life crisis men jump ship and find a women half their age.  This can be a good thing but far too many celebs drag their failed lives through the papers for my liking.  The kids can survive such things but all too often they end up the same way.  
Marriage is not an easy option nor is it something to play around with.  Having children makes life harder also and divorce cannot be the best thing for the child.
Fame eh?  We all want it but standing back we don't want it at all really, an unheard of life is a happier life.


As I came home today I noticed the daffodils outside the Council offices had blossomed.  A sure sign of how mild winter has been so far.  Of course the chill weather is here now and it appears that wee beastie inside the Daff has in fact died there.  Tonight we may get a smattering of snow so I am leaving the heating on and staying in bed for two days.
I need the sleep.  I have spent two days working and in my condition at that!  
Yesterday I discovered my condition.  I began to check the books upstairs and sort out what was what.  There I found three boxes of leaflets so out of date TV was in black & white when they were printed.  I carried one enormously heavy box downstairs and across to the skip and dumped it then discovering how unfit I actually had become.  In days of yore I done jobs like that with no problem, warehouse work, humping and carrying were the way to earn a living when you have no brain.  Now I realised I was unfit and near death!  I however brought down the second box from its hiding place, dumped it in the skip and stood there panting.  I considered jumping in myself but would have been unable to get over the edge.  I called it a day and sat there with one of the girls drinking tea and working our way through a quiz book in preparation for a quiz night several months away.
I think we may lose.
Today I returned to finish the job and after shifting all the boxes of books, counting them and deciding we ought to dump many of them I took my way home with every muscle desperate for a Swedish massage.  A slap from one of the girls in a manner very different from what I suggested was not in my way of thinking satisfactory.  
My new healthy eating regime has begun, tomorrow my new healthy exercise programme begins.
That is if the ambulance folks have been told about it...