A pretty random blog this one…. Take apples for instance. I love apples, I probably eat two or three apples a week and I enjoy them. I have three apple trees in my garden, and we have one apple tree at work. I now have 739 apples ripe and ready to eat (maybe an exaggeration), but we have a lot. Same with the damsons, three trees full of damsons, which means we have millions of them. Don’t like them though. Nita puts them in old ice cream tubs in the freezer. Really disappointing when you think you’re opening chocolate chip to get more damsons.
Planet Rock. I really really like this radio station, especially on Saturday mornings with Rick Wakeman. I think he’s a brilliant presenter. Like him on Grumpy Old Men, like him on this. Great music.
Muhammad Ali. My favourite sportsman of all time. Don’t know why it’s taken me so long to buy the definitive DVD and book on him, but I have. The Foreman fight was arguably the best fight of all time, just read a piece by Andy Kershaw on the stadium that hosted the ‘Rumble in the Jungle’ in Zaire. apparently it’s in rack and ruin now. Shame.
Football, from the ridiculous to the sublime. Watched local village football on saturday…Ribchester Rovers. Both teams were arguing amongst themselves, both teams were arguing with each other, both teams were arguing with the referee, both teams were brilliant at effin’ and blinding, but pretty poor at football. Nobody was watching the game, and neither team seemed to have any managers, or trainers, or supporters. If this is grass roots football, England won’t win anything in a million years.
On Sunday I was lucky enough to go Old Trafford to see United v Liverpool, a fantastic atmosphere, and a superb match lit up by a Bulgarian, a Portugese, and an Englishman who doesn’t want to play for his country. United were a million miles better than Liverpool who have serious problems. My view is that Liverpool is a one man operation…it’s all about Gerard, the team is built around him, and everything goes through him, and recent seasons show that it doesn’t work. While the status quo remains, they won’t win anything and everyone else will be blamed. Only when Gerard has gone will Liverpool become a team again.
Talking of Status Quo, I’m treating Mrs J to their gig at Blackburn the day after her birthday…romantic or what…
Having a go at making some wine with all the apples…suppose it’s a bit daft having a wine shop in the family…and making your own!
Mark.