Oh wank.
Looks like the Skelton vs. Chagaev fight is only on Setanta Sports, who are really pushing hard to gain mainstream acceptance lately by signing up sporting epics like... the Skelton vs. Chagaev fight and... well, that's about it. Oh well, I'm not paying £10 a month forever just to see Matt Skelton get his face punched in, so I'll have to listen to it on the radio, even though listening to boxing on the radio has to be the most pointless thing in the whole world - "Oh, he's hit him! In the face! He's hit him again! Oh, fucking hell!". It all seems a bit silly to me. Still, you can get 25/1 at the bookies for a Skelton win, any win, so that's probably worth a punt, just in case Chagaev's arms fall off or something.
In other news, the world's richest men continue to play some sort of weird game of trading cards, but with football teams, as Dubai International Capital look to buy Liverpool off Tom Hicks and George Gillett. Of course, the Scousers on the BBC's 606 discussion board are getting all shouty about hoofing the Americans out of the boardroom for daring to expect some sort of tangible return on their investment, and I'm starting to agree with Sami Hyypia that the situation is starting to resemble some sort of bizarre inverse Newcastle, with the board unable to sack an obviously incompetent boss because the fans have taken a shine to the spud-shaped Spaniard that sits on the touchline every week signing useless twats and Fernando Torres.
Looks like the Skelton vs. Chagaev fight is only on Setanta Sports, who are really pushing hard to gain mainstream acceptance lately by signing up sporting epics like... the Skelton vs. Chagaev fight and... well, that's about it. Oh well, I'm not paying £10 a month forever just to see Matt Skelton get his face punched in, so I'll have to listen to it on the radio, even though listening to boxing on the radio has to be the most pointless thing in the whole world - "Oh, he's hit him! In the face! He's hit him again! Oh, fucking hell!". It all seems a bit silly to me. Still, you can get 25/1 at the bookies for a Skelton win, any win, so that's probably worth a punt, just in case Chagaev's arms fall off or something.
In other news, the world's richest men continue to play some sort of weird game of trading cards, but with football teams, as Dubai International Capital look to buy Liverpool off Tom Hicks and George Gillett. Of course, the Scousers on the BBC's 606 discussion board are getting all shouty about hoofing the Americans out of the boardroom for daring to expect some sort of tangible return on their investment, and I'm starting to agree with Sami Hyypia that the situation is starting to resemble some sort of bizarre inverse Newcastle, with the board unable to sack an obviously incompetent boss because the fans have taken a shine to the spud-shaped Spaniard that sits on the touchline every week signing useless twats and Fernando Torres.
Anyway, just to let you know I've added a little widget at the bottom of every page's sidebar that will let you know just how much the US Department of Homeland Security wants you to shit your pants at the sight of anyone with a beard. 'Recommended Pant-Shitting Level: Guarded' means that you should keep a lookout for people with beards performing suspicious activities, such as praying, breathing or being foreign, 'Recommended Pant-Shitting Level: Elevated' means you should board up your doors and windows, arm yourself however you can and be prepared to shoot anyone who doesn't read the Daily Mail, and 'Recommended Pant-Shitting Level: High' means BROWN PEOPLE ARE DEFINATELY COMING TO KILL YOUR CHILDREN.
Also, why is the internet radio station I'm listening to persisting in claiming to be 'Hard Rock and Metal' when it's in fact playing Nickelback and Trapt at me on a loop? They are to metal what kittens' piss is to industrial strength hydrochloric acid, and I'm being lied to by the internet. I feel so betrayed. I mean, what is the world coming to?
More later.
Update: As expected, Matt Skelton has lost his bid to win the WBA World Heavyweight Title from Ruslan Chagaev. To any of you who put a bet on him after my tip earlier: That was silly, wasn't it?
Still, I can't say I'm surprised, although he did a lot better than I thought he would. Admittedly that isn't very difficult as I half expected him to get hit once and go down crying like a girl, but I was genuinely impressed that he lasted the distance. So, first Hatton and then Skelton, but I suppose there's Maccaranelli vs. Haye to look forward to - at least Britain can't actually lose that one, unless something heavy falls on the pair of them and Britain is fucked at heavyweight forevermore. In other news, Arsenal beat Fulham 3 - 0 and should have had a few more, King Kev's rediculous return died on it's arse as the Geordies had a goalless draw with Bolton (Are they chanting 'Keegan Out' yet? - Ed), and the only thing that spoilt the day was Cristiano Ronaldo scoring again. Mind you, it was funny seeing him about to burst into tears when he missed a sitter.
He's like a toddler. A toddler that's annoyingly good at football.
Goodnight.
Also, why is the internet radio station I'm listening to persisting in claiming to be 'Hard Rock and Metal' when it's in fact playing Nickelback and Trapt at me on a loop? They are to metal what kittens' piss is to industrial strength hydrochloric acid, and I'm being lied to by the internet. I feel so betrayed. I mean, what is the world coming to?
More later.
Update: As expected, Matt Skelton has lost his bid to win the WBA World Heavyweight Title from Ruslan Chagaev. To any of you who put a bet on him after my tip earlier: That was silly, wasn't it?
Still, I can't say I'm surprised, although he did a lot better than I thought he would. Admittedly that isn't very difficult as I half expected him to get hit once and go down crying like a girl, but I was genuinely impressed that he lasted the distance. So, first Hatton and then Skelton, but I suppose there's Maccaranelli vs. Haye to look forward to - at least Britain can't actually lose that one, unless something heavy falls on the pair of them and Britain is fucked at heavyweight forevermore. In other news, Arsenal beat Fulham 3 - 0 and should have had a few more, King Kev's rediculous return died on it's arse as the Geordies had a goalless draw with Bolton (Are they chanting 'Keegan Out' yet? - Ed), and the only thing that spoilt the day was Cristiano Ronaldo scoring again. Mind you, it was funny seeing him about to burst into tears when he missed a sitter.
He's like a toddler. A toddler that's annoyingly good at football.
Goodnight.
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