An actual scenario where 'LOL' actually applies:
"I remember being so poor that one christmas I got a battery with a note attached saying "toys not included" how poor were you??"
Hat tip and a mop to Big Vern over at Urban 75 for making me piss myself laughing.
Stung bitterly, Orrin shot back, "Sure. you probably can't even remember getting hit. You were probably in a drunken fog."
There was an awful silence. Most of them knew that Harold was a drunkard - he had volunteered the information himself in a detached, almost scientific way - but for that very reason no one before had ever dared to mention it aloud.
Harold said cooly, "As a matter of fact, I was cold sober when I earned my Purple Heart. I got sprayed in the ass on Guadalcanal, bending over to pick up a bobby-trapped bottle of Jap beer." When the laughter subsided he added, "But I'm going to be forty years old come my next birthday, and I've got more to think about than that stuff that nicked me way the hell and gone back in 'forty-four."
Germany 0-1 Spain
Got the score wrong, but I got the result right.
Spain deserved to win by more than one goal, but the final ball always seemed to be lacking. (Hence the need for the goal out of nothing from Torres.) And maybe Fàbregas didn't get to score his second international goal but he was immense in midfield. I think Arsenal could win the EPL next year with Cesc in that sort of form.
Germany? They didn't even deserve a sniff at the trophy. All the more reason to regret that Turkey couldn't get to the final. Ballack should have got sent off for his cynical and bad tempered tackling, and Lehman was always a stray back pass away from some comedy goalkeeping.
Brilliant tournament all round and, now that the monkey is off their back, Spain for the World Cup in 2010?
As my all time favourite International tournament is replaced by a new favourite, a timeout should be taken out to remember the brilliance that was Espana' 82:
. . . the French midfield . . . Schumacher's GBH in the semi final . . . Tardelli's goal celebration . . . the Kuwati pitch invasion . . . Narey's toe poke . . . Boniek's hat trick . . . Brazil in the early rounds . . . Gentile mugging Maradona . . . that Keegan header . . . Gerry Armstrong's goal . . . fucking great World Cup.
A declaration and a prediction
Unless the final is a damp quib, this has definitely been the best international tournament since the Spain '82 World Cup. And what will be the final score? Spain will beat Germany 4-2, and justice will at last be done. I can't tell in what minutes the goals will be scored, but I will predict that Cesc Fàbregas will score his second international goal tonight.
Christ, the game hasn't even started yet and I already miss this tournament.
This blog doesn't usually do poetry - see Cactus Mouth Informer for a poetry overdose - but I got a message via MySpace from an Irish poet, Kevin Higgins, advertising his latest collection, 'Time Gentlemen, Please', and I like what I've read of his poetry so far.
I'm guessing that Kevin contacted the unofficial Socialist Standard MySpace page because he spotted the 'S' word.
As he writes:
"Several of the poems deal with my own past experience as a member of Militant from 1982-94 and throw some critical and satirical light of the Left as it was and has become – the title of one of the poems being My Militant Tendency - while others attempt to deal with the political situation now."
If this interview from the Galway Advertiser is anything to go by, it appears that he has travelled quite a distance from his political past:
“From the age of 15 to 27 I was an active Trotskyist,” he says. “I was the leader of the anti-poll tax campaign in the London Borough of Enfield when I lived there. From the age of 27 until, say, 38, a couple of years ago I thought it was a pity socialism was clearly now not going to happen. I was in a kind of mourning, I suppose. But now I think that, for all its faults, the society we have is far preferable to anything the ‘comrades’ would bring, were they, Lord protect us, ever to stumble into power.”
I'm not using this an opportunity to have a dig at the Millies. It's his take on his former comrades, and obviously plays some (small) part in the poetry he now writes and, to be honest, it's not the first time that I've read (or heard) a former Millie voice their concerns in such terms. I don't think it's a peculiarity of that version of the Fourth International. I'd venture that it's part and parcel of the whole Leninist tradition and, anyway, any politics which mistakenly roots itself in substitutionism should always carry a health warning.
And I'm also self-aware enough to see I wee bit of my youthful self in this poem:
My Militant Tendency
It's nineteen eighty two and I know everything.
Hippies are people who always end up asking
Charles Manson to sing them another song.
I'd rather be off putting some fascist through
a glass door arseways, but being fifteen,
have to mow the lawn first. Last year,
Liverpool meant football; now
it's the Petrograd of the British Revolution.
Instead of masturbation, I find socialism.
While others dream of businessmen bleeding
in basements; I promise to abolish double-chemistry class
the minute I become Commissar. In all of this
there is usually a leather jacket involved. I tell
cousin Walter and his lovely new wife, Elizabeth,
to put their aspirations in their underpants
and smoke them; watch
my dad's life become a play:
Sit Down In Anger.
More of Kevin's poetry can be viewed here. Details on the newly published collection and a background bio on its author can be viewed here.
Jose Mourinho as revolutionary leftie?
I always pegged Mourinho as being from the same political managerial school as Scolari and Capello but, after watching this Adidas commercial for the thousandth time during the Euro Championship coverage on ESPN, now I'm not sure.
Have a quick read of the transcript of Mourinho's words from the commercial (that I lovingly transcribed below) and try and tell me that the bloke is a not so secret Marxist-Shanklyite:
"Football is a special sport because it is co-operation between eleven for one target . . . and of course we learn solidarity, friendship, co-operation, support.Don't try to be the new Kaka or the new Messi because you cannot be, cannot be the new. You must be yourself.
Kids in love with the game dream to be a top player,but I think it is much more important to be a top man."
Throw in the 'Impossible is Nothing' slogan at the end of the commercial, and it now transpires that the real reason that Mourinho has gone to Milan has less to do with managing Internazionale and more to do with the opportunity it affords him to attend Partito Comunista Internazionale fraction meetings.
'Two copies of this month's Socialist Standard, Darren. I want to pass on the extra copy to Carlo Ancelotti. I think he'd be interested in the Football: a capital idea article.'
Jumpers for goalposters, and millionaire sports stars in a Lower Manhattan kickabout.
Vanity Fair Culture & Celebrity blog reports on last Wednesday's celebrity charity game that took place in a small fenced-in area in Chinatown.
In the red corner, Steve Nash - stalwart for the Phoenix Suns, Spurs supporter and Communist Manifesto reading NBA all star (of course, the last bit gives it away that he's Canadian) - who brought with him fellow NBA superstars such as Jason Kidd, Raja Bell, and assorted other tall blokes I've never heard of and, in the blue corner, Claudio Reyna - born in Livingston . . . . New Jersey, played for R*ngers, Man City and Sunderland (then his career got a boost by signing for the New York Red Bulls) - who discovered Robbie Fowler, Thierry Henry, Salomon Kalou and, erm, Jozy Altidore, who's also from Livingston . . . New Jersey sharing a poke of chips - with Irish Curry Sauce - at Pommes Frites in the Lower East Side and thought the impromptu game would be a good way of burning off some off season calories.
What with the preening, showboating and playing to the gallery of the multitude looking on, Julian Sancton, the Vanity Fair blogger, is sort of right when he rights that: "The game had the feel of a live Adidas commercial, with a mix of sportsmanlike bonhomie and goofy grandstanding . . ." but I won't be too snarky towards the assembled sporting celebs because anybody who has walked past a court in the Lower East Side when a handball or a streetball game is going on will know that preening, showboating and playing to the gallery of the multitude looking on comes part and parcel with the shorts, sneakers and the funny sized ball.
And, anyway, who am I kidding. I could concoct some lame arse rant about the double whammy cyncism of secretly thrilled East Village hipsters feigning boredom whilst watching overpaid and overexposed sportstars swallow their own PR bullshit of keeping sport real on the urban streets (insert modern day hovis commerical here of David Villa and Christian Ronaldo playing football with street urchins on the cobbled streets of a rainswept Spennymoor) , but if I'd heard about the game beforehand I would have turned up with my autograph book and thermos flask.
. . . and if I found out that Charlie Nicholas was playing keepie-uppie within a hundred miles radius of my good self? I'd walk barefoot over a broken Stephen Glass to go watch him perform.
Back to the game at hand. Where's YouTube when you need it:
"Later in the game, he [Baron Davis] body-slammed a prostrate Robbie Fowler, who is half his size."
Robbie Fowler's bad rep seems to get around.
And is just me, but what's with Steve McManaman morphing into a young and chunky Tim Robbins? (Click on the pic to see the uncanny resemblance.)
I was only joking about Pommes Frites earlier on, but, with Macca, now I'm not so sure.
Hat tip to Will Rubbish, who found out about the game because of Reyna's Black Cat connection.
Further to this post from a few hours ago, I feel a clarification is necessary.
It wasn't a case of me typing 'SPGB wankers' into the google search engine to see what came up. (I got past such political juvenilia months ago.) It was a genuine sitemeter sighting.
Some bounder looked upon the vast majesty that is the interweb, the trillions upon trillions of pages of knowledge and wonder and decided that the most important thing to discover was what pages would be placed in his lap if he typed 'SPGB wankers' into a search engine.
The SPGB Control Commission is now pursuing the matter. From the screen grab below, they've been able to discern that he is residing in Glasgow, uses Internet Explorer and that he doesn't spend nearly enough time on the blog of the 'only SPGBer in New York'.
I'd like to further speculate that he is a Partick Thistle supporter, has been known to drink Bellhaven and thinks that REM are a much better band since the drummer, Bill Berry, left.
Have you noticed how these speculations always come in three's? I believe it has something to do with quoracy.
Obscure Factoid of the Day
Better known as the tall gormless looking one in such pop bands as Altered Images, Hipsway and Texas, Johnny McElhone claim to mixing pop and politics fame is that both his parents were once Labour MPs, both representing parliamentary constituencies in the city of Glasgow.
Johnny's dad, Frank McElhone, was a member of Parliament from 1969 to 1982 when, upon his death, Johnny's mum, Helen McElhone, succeeded her late husband as the MP for the Glasgow, Queens Park constituency.
The picture of Johnny that accompanies the post dates from the early to mid eighties. If you do a quick google image search of Altered Images and/or Hipsway from this period, you'll note that Johnny avoids eye contact in nearly every photograph that you stumble across.
Please be reassured that this isn't rock star arrogance on Johnny's part, or even an undiagnosed case of asperger's syndrome. Johnny deliberately avoided eye contact in his everyday life during this period in the eighties to ensure that no one could look him in the eye and ask him to join the Red Wedge tour.
Turns out Johnny wasn't so gormless, after all.
Singin' in the Rain has to be one of my favourite films of all time. Definitely in my top ten, and it was on TCM tonight as part of a mini tribute to Cyd Charisse.
Of course, two minutes after the film ended I immdeiately thought of the classic Morecambe and Wise clip. I'm shallow like that.
"arsenal . . . . ARSENAL."
Giorgio Chinaglia (Italy - West Germany '74)
Brought up in Cardiff, started his football career with Swansea and scored a shedload of goals for the New York Cosmos.
Random, but eerie.
" . . . wouldn’t it be an idea to have murals of more authentic representatives of Prod culture - say, the Broons and Oor Wullie?"
Splintered Sunrise has the Broons (and Oor Wullie) pegged as 'Prods', but surely with eight kids in tow, Ma and Pa Brown could have qualified as Dundee Utd season ticket holders?
Oh yes, Splintered's post is primarily about East Belfast, Loyalist murals and CS Lewis, but those old Broons and Our Wullie annuals from my late teens still flicker away in the attic of my mind.
Sighted at Best of Craigslist
Sexiest trashman ever! - w4m Free Man's Toupee An apology to the Ayn Rand man - w4m wanted pre 1965 paper money for time travel Top 5 Myths About America
Trust me, that's the PG version of the best of list. Hope you've got a strong constitution if you do decide to click on the above link.
Hat tip to Madam Miaow blog.
A lot of froth and fury about the old RCP over at Harry's Place, but I really liked this comment from Shuggy - one of the Drink Sots - in the midst of the thread:
But that does not mean that the opinions of every affiliated person should be dismissed. To do that is just tripping into another form of identity politics."I’m not so sure about that. The LM crowd are like so many former Marxists: you’d think if someone no longer believed in Marxism they’d retain a commitment to social justice, the emancipation of the working class etc. But what seems to happen so often is that it is the economic determinism that dies last. The LM crew derive their morality from being on what they see as the right side of history. This is why, for example, that most of them seem to spend a great deal of their time prostrating themselves before the rising Chinese dragon. In this sense, I don’t think it’s guilt by association: we should look at every argument they ever make with the understanding that, at base, what moves and animates them - despite their protestations to the contrary - is the cynical worship of power, and power that has been completely emptied of anything one could associate with the left. This is why they backed the Serbs - they admired their Will to Power. It is for this reason they also backed Saddam Hussein in the first Gulf war. Nietzscheans is what they are. I think this should be remembered every time anyone finds their arguments ‘interesting’."
Another Hitler's Downfall bunker spoof lands in my inbox. This time's it's Hitler ranting about Ronaldo (probably) going to Real Madrid. It's funny but I still think that the David Murray and his Christian Dailly rant remains the funniest.
Thing is, there now seems to hundreds of these spoof Downfall clips on YouTube. Everything from spoofing Hillary Clinton to any sport you fancy to Xbox to everything in between, but the one video I can't seem to find on YouTube is the original scene with the real English sub-titles. It's killing me because now I have a hankering to see what he really says in the clip, and it looks like I'll have to watch the actual film itself to discover what it's all about.
If that sad state of affairs is not reason enough for a sweary YouTube video response, I don't know what is.
Weekly Bulletin of The Socialist Party of Great Britain (52)
Dear Friends,
Welcome to the 52nd of our weekly bulletins to keep you informed of changes at Socialist Party of Great Britain @ MySpace.
We now have 1265 friends!
Recent blogs:
Anglo-Marxism Questions Answered - and Asked The museum piece
Top quote for our 1st anniversary:
"The Communists disdain to conceal their views and aims. They openly declare that their ends can be attained only by the forcible overthrow of all existing social conditions. Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Working Men of All Countries, Unite!" Karl Marx and Frederick Engels, The Communist Manifesto, 1848.
Continuing luck with your MySpace adventures!
Robert and Piers
Newly minted, a French language blog from a supporter of the World Socialist Movement:
Mouvement Socialiste Mondiale
Apparently it's been set up by a sympathiser living in France and will be updated weekly with "news, historic documents and/or socialist theory."
For those of you who feel this isn't enough for you in the here and now, you can a temporary fix at the following links:
WSM Website http://www.worldsocialism.org/canada/enfranca.htm 'Anglo-Saxon Impossibilism'
UPDATE
Further info here.
Spotted a first edition of Woody Guthrie's autobiography, 'Bound For Glory', advertised on the back page of the Book Review section of this weekend's New York Times:
Save The Children Charity Shop in Watford was always my favourite secondhand bookshop back in Britain but now I'm in NYC, Bauman Rare Books is my secondhand bookshop of choice.
Want a first edition of the social protest classic, 'Grapes of Wrath'? Only seven grand. (Dollars, not pounds.) The Joads will be pleased.
I was sad to read of George Carlin's death on the New York Times website today.
Maybe I'm just a bit slow about these things but I only really discovered Carlin after I moved to the States. (Then, of course, it was a slap hand on the head moment: 'Hey, that's the old bloke from 'Dogma'.)
As a New York City native, the coverage of Carlin's sudden death has been covered respectfully across the local media, but of course they can't really show any clips of his brilliant stand up on mainstream TV. Shame that, 'cos he was one of most perceptive critics of modern society out there.
Therefore, there's no apologies on my part for posting this clip once again on the blog. One of funniest pieces of political knockabout I ever seen. I love the rhythm of his speech whilst he's doing his riff on the American Dream.
Why use a bludgeon, when you can use a stiletto?
Quick one.
NM over at Castles in Space music blog has just posted 'Kingdom', the wonderful 1993 single by Ultramarine, which featured Robert Wyatt on lead vocals.
Without a shadow of a doubt, it stands up as one of my favourite political pop songs from the the last twenty years and, of course, it took pride of place on the 'The Secret Melody of the Class Struggle' mixed cd that we took down to Glastonbury in 2003 to sell on the SPGB stall that year.
NM already provides the background to the recording over at his blog, so I don't even get the opportunity to use the word 'plaintive' when describing Robert Wyatt's voice because he already beat me to the publishing button. However he's on safer ground with his mention of "folktronica". What the hell is that? Oh, that's "folktronica". OK, I'll have some Beta Band, Beth Orton, Goldfrapp and The High Llamas. The rest can kindly leave the post. The Dance Village is that way.
NM mentions in passing that the lyric was adapted by Wyatt from a "Nineteenth Century protest song", but the underreporting is perhaps doing the original a slight disservice. The lyric was adapted from Ernest Jones's poem, 'The Song of the Lower Classes', which dates from 1852.
Originally from a highly privileged background, Jones - who was on the left wing of the Chartist Movement at its height - was as well known as a poet and a writer as he was an orator and Chartist leader. The strange old days when radical politicians also provided their audiences with popular music and poetry, as opposed to nowadays when whoever's on the front cover of the current issue of the Rolling Stone tries to give us their half-baked politics tucked neatly inside their newly released box set.
If you want more background on Jones, this essay by (the late) Edmund and Ruth Frow of the Working Class Movement Library fills in a lot of the detail.
In the meantime, cut and posted below is Jones's original poem. Be sure to have a read of it whilst listening to Ultramarine and Robert Wyatt's late twentieth century re-interpretation:
Song of the Lower Classes
We plow and sow, we're so very, very low,
That we delve in the dirty clay;
Till we bless the plain with the golden grain,
And the vale with the fragrant hay.
Our place we know, we're so very, very low,
'Tis down at the landlord's feet;
We're not too low the grain to grow,
But too low the bread to eat.Down, down we go, we're so very, very low,
To the hell of the deep-sunk mines;
But we gather the proudest gems that glow,
When the crown of the despot shines;
And when'er he lacks, upon our backs
Fresh loads he deigns to lay:
We're far too low to vote the tax
But not too low to pay.We're low, we're low -- we're very, very low --
And yet from our fingers glide
The silken floss and the robes that glow
Round the limbs of the sons of pride;
And what we get, and what we give,
We know, and we know our share;
We're not too low the cloth to weave,
But too low the cloth to wear.We're low, we're low, we're very, very low,
And yet when the trumpets ring,
The thrust of a poor man's arm will go
Through the heart of the proudest king.
We're low, we're low -- mere rabble, we know --
We're only the rank and the file;
We're not too low to kill the foe,
But too low to share the spoil.Notes to the People, 1852
"Mix was standing where the street should have been. Or where he thought it should have been. By this time shock and disbelief were past. Bitter disappointment, then rage, filled his body and climbed into his throat, half chocking him. How dared they? How could they, whoever they were, destroy what should have been a national monument? The house itself should have been a museum, one of those blue plaques high up on its wall, the garden, lovingly preserved just as it was, part of a tour visiting parties could have made. If they had wanted a curator they need have looked no further than him."
You really can't live blog penalty shoot outs. Well, not on this computer.
Must dash. Popping along to my local pizzeria to ask if they serve paella.
From a profile of Ken Livingstone in today's Observer:
"Everybody loves him, apart from the people who hate him."
I still maintain that anyone who joined the Labour Party in 1968 was either a political strategist of genius like proportion or a bloody fool. Look out for anyone who has joined the Labour Party in the last three months. You're possibly looking at a future Prime Minister.
Old post alert
Only just discovered this old post from Steve Platt because of a sitemeter sighting:
"The politically-correct guide to who to support at Euro 2008"
You can tell it's an old post because a Thaksin City fan is gushing in his praise about Sven in the comments box. Wish I would about doing shit like this but I'm always after the fact with such idea. Apparently, it should have been Sweden but I'm guessing that Platt will now be rooting for Germany. Watch his space for more information.
. . . whilst I act out the self-aggrandising dick routine.
Granted it isn't on a par with The Beatles on April 4th 1964, but 4, 5 and 6 on google for the Socialist Standard is not bad.
I even made it to number 3 on google with SPGB.
I want a chocolate teapot by way of a reward. Failing that, a chocolate fireguard will do.
Adding those sidebar links back one post at a time (3)
Got the hair dryer treatment form AVPS's Phil in the comment box a few posts ago for my laxity in restoring the blogroll in good time, so this post's just for him. As a wannabe Menshevik Internationalist (Brooklyn Cell), I know my place in the great scheme of things when a Bolshevik (Burslem Branch) pulls you out of the dustbin of history for a quick admonishing.
Still adding the blogrolls back in stages - if nothing else, it's a good excuse to check out blogs again - and this post focuses on the political blogs sidebar. They come under the umbrella title of 'People Just Want To Dream' for no other reason than the fact that it's the title of one of my favourite Microdisney songs and I had to get an impossibilist dig in there somewhere.
Being the lazy type, I've fallen back on Andy Newman's Top 101 Left Blogs post from last September, to reintroduce the blogroll. Those were the halcyon days of British Left blogging when the Shiraz Socialist bods were still on speaking terms with Socialist Unity blog, and the SWP's rank and file had yet to truly fall out of love with Gorgeous George.
Who'd have thought back then that those times qualified as the good old days?
Socialist Unity Blog - Andy Newman and friends. Yeah, I know, you're supposed to be dismissive about the blog. Andy Newman is a supposed megalomaniac . . . the blog did a flip on Gorgeous George . . . it's soft (or hard?) on China's imperial adventure in Tibet . . . yada yada yada.
What can I say, it's a readable blog that is regularly updated and for every four posts that aren't my cup of tea there's one that's of interest. And you have to have a sneaking admiration for anyone who's able to put a rocket under the collective arses of the SWP's Central Committee. Couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of political chancers.
I like the fact that there is ongoing series of reviews of political films on the blog - films both old and new - and Andy's review of Lindsay Anderson's 'If' from a few month's back caught my eye.Splintered Sunrise - Excellent blog from Ireland. No idea who the blogger is but I understand that he is an ex-SWPer who retained his sense of humour and knows where the bodies are buried. Very gossipy, very well written and very funny.
He also does a nice line in blog post titles. 'Everything I need to know about Leninism, I learned from midnight movies' is a particular favourite.Stroppy Blog - Is Stroppy Blog one word or two? A socialist-feminist blog with three or four contributors, ranging from Labour Left types to the AWL to the SSP. Gets immediate kudos for not taking blogging too seriously.
This recent post from Cat on the Scottish Socialist Party's commitment to free public transport caught my eye because it reminded me that the Campaigns Dept of the SSP nicked the best marketing idea that the SPGB ever came up with. Now, if only they would up the chutzpah by nicking our socialist politics. I'd need never leave my armchair.Mac Uaid - Socialist Resistance blogger who, if you listen to some SWPers who are still smarting from the Respect implosion, was the mini-me to Andy Newman's Doctor Evil during the big fall out.
Socialist Resistance? Bona fide Fourth Internationalists. The Mandel franchise and everything. Socialist Resistance has at various times been known as Socialist Outlook and the International Socialist Group. Best known for Ken Loach's man crush on its leader Alan Thornett.
They're currently doing the eco-socialist bit, and some critics (who aren't members of the SWP) have sneered that they went from being the democratic fig leaf for the SWP in Respect Mark 1 to the socialist fig leaf for Galloway and others in Respect Renewal. All jolly japes, very incestuous and convuluted, and makes US daytime soap operas look like Chekhov by comparison.
No, I don't know what that previous sentence meant either.Dave's Part - Consistently readable blog from Dave Osler. His excuse for consistency is that he is a properly trained journalist . . . which most of us would consider cheating. He's been known in the past to write the only readable columns in otherwise dry as sawdust left journals - hello Red Pepper and Labour Briefing - and I got the shock of my life one time when I was watching the news on American TV one time, and his voice piped up as a talking head expert on some shipping disaster:
Me: That voice on the TV has left comments on my blog.
Kara: Yeah, but not for the longest time.
Me: . . .
Kara: yes?
Me: . . . He's a reformist. He's busy.
Check out his latest post, 'Why Tony Benn is wrong to back David Davis', and work your way down.Shiraz Socialist - The Don Quixote and Sancho Panza of UK left blogging but nobody can work out if Jim D is Quixote to Volty's Panza or the other way around. I guess it depends what day you click on their blog.
Jim D is a long time AWLer and Volty was an AWLer when I knew him at London University ten years ago but the blog has an independent streak to it. How else can you explain the perverse insistence on blogging about jazz?
Check out Volty's post on why he'd vote for Obama if he was living in the States. Then check out this YouTube clip of Barack wrapping himself in the flag. It'll end in tears for Volty and the rest.
Hat tip to Will Rubbish for the YouTube clip.The Scottish Patient - Kevin Williamson's blog was always a favourite blog in the sidebar. He's currently blogging mostly about his new radio show/podcast, which I have downloaded but I've yet to listen to. I promise that I will . . . if only for the Jimmy Shand techno crossover tunes.
I'm sure come the start of next season the blog will be ticking over once again with posts aplenty about the hibbees but in the meantime here's a picture of the red and white tablecloth Kev was using earlier today to mop up his tears.Random Pottins - A blog that I really should click on more often. Good heavyweight journalism on subjects that I don't know enough about. I loved this wee snippet lambasting Frank Furedi from Pottins's post on the RCP turned Sp!ked mob: "Furedi himself had written under his academic hat criticising the "safety culture", and complaining that trade unions were devoting too much attention to their members' safety at work. I could not help reflecting that, in a bourgeois democracy at least, the casualty rate among university professors was nothing like that in the building trade." [From 'Pirates, spies and cultural advisors']Ian Bone - Bash Street Anarchism from Britain's second most famous anarchist. Big on expletives, capitalised letters and knockabout humour. He also mixes footie and politics better than me. BASTARD anarchist. The Early Days of a Better Nation - The personal blog of Sci-Fi novelist Ken MacLeod. Being a proper writer, he doesn't blog that often but when he does it's usually interesting. (That's my half-arsed way of saying that with his background in science fiction, I only understand about 55% of what he's havering about.)
The good news is that he once voted for the SPGB. The bad news is that it looks like the SPGB is the one group on the left that he's never been a member of. Go figure.A Very Public Sociologist - The bastard that prompted this overextended bullshit post. I'd consign him to hell if he wasn't already there. Awful taste in music but a very good blogger for all that. Nice take on self-reflection in his political life posts and I also like his branch notes posts. If I ever decide to politicise my blog, I'll stealuse Phil's as a template.
I never mentioned it at the time but I will now: I liked Phil's post on the radical film maker, Peter Watkins, from a few months back. So much so that I cut and pasted the piece over to the unofficial Socialist Standard page on MySpace.
For all that, Phil's still on the SPGB's shitlist for the article he wrote on us in a former political life. Phil will one day discover that bound volumes of the Socialist Standard are not just for reading.Adventures In Historical Materialism - SWP blogger who goes by the pseudonym of 'Snowball'. Has been known to melt in the comments box of other blogs when asked awkward questions but I don't think that's why he's got that user name.
I haven't just linked to him to knock him down. A genuinely interesting blog which is a great source for links to labour history and he has an excellent sidebar. (I'm always jealous of a good sidebar.)
As the footie's still consuming my thoughts, here's a link to an old post from 'Snowball' on football and politics, 'Histomat's guide to the World Cup'. I'm sure it will raise a few hackles.
Where's my smelling salts?
Coming to a Pub Quiz near you.
Whatever way you look at it, an amazing stat from the European Championship:
"Turkey only been in front for 2 mins in 4 games great stat that."
Hat tip to Stavross over at Urban 75.
Was it Croatia's (understandable) over extended celebration after Klasnic's goal that allowed Turkey to equalise in injury time?
Where else did the two minutes of injury time come from? Only asking like. Thought the Croats deserved to win, whatever I might think of Bilic's dying swan routine back in 1998.
. . . and I don't mean the picture of a young Davie Provan auditioning for an MC5's tribute band.
Take it away Peter Grant:
"Peter Grant says the funniest thing he ever heard in football was during an old firm game.
Davie Provan was running rings round Alex McDonald. After one of his runs he walked past wee Doddy and says.
'I could keep a beach ball away from you in a phone box.'"
Hat tip to the internet.
Clarification.
Why do I think Buffon is a prick? 'Mr Eugenides' provides the background:
Gianluigi Buffon is still a fascist
"Italians' well deserved progress to the quarter finals of Euro 2008 tonight . . . " Eh? Wish he hadn't spoiled an otherwise interesting post with that piece of satire.
Christ, fell behind with the Euro Championship coverage which is a bit of a pain in the arse. I blame it on the excessively hot weather in New York plus the fact that I've actually been watching the games. In those circumstances, how does anyone actually get the opportunity to blog?
I guess I'll try and pick up the coverage again with the quarter finals but those are famous last words from this blog . . . until the next time.
I'll finish the post with some predictions. That way, if he get it totally wrong that can explain any forthcoming embarrassed silence with regards to the Euro Championship:
Portugal 3-1 Germany Croatia 0-2 Turkey Netherlands 2-1 Russia Spain 1-0 Italy
With regards to the last prediction, that is total wishful thinking on my part. No desire to see Italy anywhere close to the latter stages of the tournament. Why? One name: Buffon. I hate that prick.
What with his usual attire and the concerts for the troops, I never pegged Kid Rock as a Direct Action Anarchist type, but he seems to be getting a bit spikey late in life if these quotes from the BBC website are anything to go by:
"And I go: 'Wait a second, you've been stealing from the artists for years. Now you want me to stand up for you?'"I was telling kids - download it illegally, I don't care. I want you to hear my music so I can play live."
Asked whether he was worried about illegal downloading, he replied: "I don't agree with it. I think we should level the playing field. I don't mind people stealing my music, that's fine. But I think they should steal everything.
"You know how much money the oil companies have? If you need some gas, just go fill your tank off and drive off, they're not going to miss it."
Oh wait up, wrote too soon: he's once of those type of anarchists:
But he said he did not implement that advice himself. "No, I don't steal things. I'm rich."
There must be a small scale laboratory in the 'burbs that produces a steady stream of this strain of anarchist.
Who's going to break the news to the old Subversion mob? I bet they were ready to bring the magazine out of retirement for a special one off 'Class War In The Moshpit' issue. They'll be gutted.
Trying to get the 'Thank You For The Music' sidebar up and running again. Some old faces make a reappearance and there's also some new kids on the blogroll. Sorry for the delay . . . I'm a slow listener.
7" From The Underground - Excellent vintage blog from (I think) Italy. The emphasis is on post-punk, cold wave and 'minimal synth', so don't expect any Dr Hook out takes. The emphasis is on bands and individuals from mainland Europe, so think on that when you were shaking a leg to Ryan Paris and FR David back in the eighties, there were bands out there doing Depeche Mode . . . but better. Chromosome Damage - Nine times out of ten the music posted on this blog is too esoteric or too raucous for my tastes - a Gummo Soundtrack, anyone? - but bookmark it for now as it will come in handy the next time a music meme does the rounds. The musos' won't know what's hit them. Fritz Die Spinne - The subheading for this music blog is 'The mad ramblings of one music obsessed old goth', but please don't let that scare you off. I've already shone my torch into the blog, and I promise: there's no Fields of the Nephilim lurking in the shadows. Very similar in tone and period to the 7" From The Underground blog, so if you've already clicked on that blog and liked what you saw, you're in for a further treat. Hooligan's Lament - Excellent music blog with an emphasis on all things Celtic (Keltic, not Seltic) and/or folky. Whoever HL is, he recognises the genius that is Roddy Frame and that's good enough for me. Sons Of The Dolls - In short, guitars . . . guitars and more guitars. Anything from punk to pub rock to rock and roll to alternative country. Perfect cousins need not apply nor look in. The synthesiser would have been banjoed across their bounce quicker than you can say, 'Where can I plug in my fairlight?' Take The Pills! - Excellent music blog with an especial emphasis on C86 and the generation inspired by it but it's so much more. At the last count, the label on the blog for twee had 235 entries. That's a lot of hot sugary tea whichever way you look at it. The Post Punk Progressive Pop Party - For obvious reasons, aka as '5P'. An 'On this date in 80s music history blog'. Well, in truth, more like a 76-84 music history blog. How else will you know when it's Stiv Bators (posthumous) birthday? What day in history did The Stranglers release 'Golden Brown'? Or, the clincher, who wrote Lene Lovich's minor hit 'New Toy'? But how come there's no mention of Blue Rondo A La Turk? Were they really that bad?
More linkage to follow.
Weekly Bulletin of The Socialist Party of Great Britain (51)
Dear Friends,
Welcome to the 51st of our weekly bulletins to keep you informed of changes at Socialist Party of Great Britain @ MySpace.
We now have 1262 friends!
Recent blogs:
Wage-labour versus capital The London bombings: recruiting killers Friday Pep Talk!
This week's top quote:
"And with respect to the mode in which these general principles affect the secure possession of property, so far am I from invalidating such security, that the whole gist of these papers will be found ultimately to aim at an extension in its range; and whereas it has long been known and declared that the poor have no right to the property of the rich, I wish it also to be known and declared that the rich have no right to the property of the poor." [John Ruskin, Unto This last, Essay III, 1860.]
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Robert and Piers
"Jimmy Sr looked carefully to make sure that he'd seen it right. The net was shaking, and O'Leary was covered in Irishmen. He wanted to see it again though. Maybe they were all beating the shite out of O'Leary for missing. No, though; he'd scored. Ireland were through to the quarter-finals and Jimmy Sr started crying."
Via Andy N over at Socialist Unity blog:
"David Harvey, the Marxist urban theorist and geographer, has been teaching a course on Marx’s Capital (Vol. 1) to postgraduate students at CUNY and John Hopkins University for more than thirty years. This is a (slightly) famous course and several noteable Marxist academics have taken it at one point or another.This year, Harvey is making the whole course available online for free.
Each of the lectures, including questions and discussion from his postgraduate students, is being filmed and put on his website soon afterwards. The course consists of 13 two hour lectures. The first two are already up, an introductory lecture and a lecture dealing with Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. The idea is that people will read two chapters of Capital and then listen to the lecture before moving on to the next two, as if you were taking his class in CUNY. If anyone is thinking about reading or re-reading Capital this will probably be of great assistance. Harvey is a very interesting thinker and also an engaging lecturer and he knows Capital inside out. 26 hours of lectures look like they will be a fantastic resource. The third lecture is due to go online in three days.
Here it is: http://www.davidharvey.org"
Should be worth checking out. What with the world economy more jittery than Peter Cech in a penalty box at the moment, all the old theories for impending economic crisis will be doing the rounds again.
I heard David Harvey speak on a panel at the recent Left Forum. If I concentrated, I was lucky if I understood every tenth sentence from the esteemed panellists. It was an hour and a half of drowning in economics terminology and academic jargonese. Perhaps I should be checking out that course, rather than just linking to it?
My sitemeter tells me that I have one reader in New York City, so this post is especially for the Anglophile looking in.
If you so desire, you can now get the whole tactile experience of handling - nah, buying - the Socialist Standard at St Marks Bookshop in the East Village. The May and June issues are currently available for the jacked up price of three dollars.
Yep, more expensive than a slice but, on the other hand, cheaper than a small jar of marmite from that wee deli on Second Avenue.
With a copy of the Standard under your arm, and a Marie Lloyd retro T shirt wrapped around your torso, you could be the ultimate Lower East Side hipster . . . 1904 vintage.
Actually, now that I think about it, my sitemeter may be trying to deceive me. My solitary NYC reader was probably me wandering into a Internet Cafe one time to check out my blog when I was half-drunk. What else would I look at under the influence?
One of my absolute favourite music blogs is no more. Not 100% sure what happened, but I think it involved Julian Cope's back catalogue and someone getting mightily pissed. So, Spinster's Rock, RIP.
That's the sad news. The glad news is that the bloke behind the Rock, Nolan Micron, - is that an anagram or his scientologist name? - has started up a new blog by the name of Castles In Space. The byline for the new blog is 'New House. Same Shit', which, coincidentally, will be the exact same words I'll be using after the next General Election when 'New Conservatives' unseat 'New' Labour from the Government benches.
With his new blog, NM promises more music, mixes and cassette rips. The least you can do is promise to bookmark his new blog.
Better late than never:
The World Socialist - Semi official blog for the World Socialist Party of the United States. Maintained by the same comrade who also does the WSPUS MySpace page, and the blog is mostly made up articles originally posted on the MySpace page.
The most recent article on the blog is a reprint of the 2004 Socialist Standard article, 'Democracy and 'democracy''.Socialism Or Your Money Back - SPGB's blog maintained by Graham in Denmark, Rob in Norway and Matt in Livingston. I believe the GB stands for Global Blogging. Sadly, the SPGB blog and the Socialist Standard are still to get on the same page but maybe when the blog get it's fourth member (from Cape Verde) everything will fall into place.
Recent posts include a look back at the assassination of Robert Kennedy, 'Labour embraces militarism' and 'Is Big Brother necessary?' In answer to the last question, they should have cancelled the show after Brian won the second season.Socialist Courier - A blog maintained by SPGB comrades in Scotland. Regularly updated, the posts on the blog are like the comrades who pen them: short, to the point and prone to sarcasm. Socialist Banner - A WSM blog that focuses on politics, society and class struggle in Africa. Let's Have Socialism - aka as 'isn't it about time we tried socialism?'. this is the personal blog of Graham, an SPGBer living in Denmark. The blog has an emphasis on the environment, socialism, death metal and the pain of being a Gillingham FC supporter.
On what would have been his 80th birthday this weekend, Graham has a big fuck off post on Che Guevera. And I do mean 'fuck off'.
More padded out posts to follow.
There's a canny music meme that's been doing the rounds for a few weeks now and, at the last count, I've been tagged four times to do it but bare arsed laziness - coupled with an exceeded bandwidth - has thwarted me in complying with the repeated request.
So, whilst I'm in the process of trying to relegate my bloggers block to the bottom of the sock drawer, here's a quick series of links to a magnificent seven who have done the meme in good time.
The music choice are all theirs . . . the snotty comments are all mine . . . and, as an afterthought, rather than me tagging seven people in turn to do the meme, this is my arse about face way of finishing at the end and working my backwards.
Btw, just noticed that I've written arse twice in less than three paragraphs. It must be the dutch oven effect.
Back to this meme that has been hanging over me:
"List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to."
Bob From Brockley tagged me nearly a month ago and I was a good little blogger at the time, selecting seven songs and the rest, but the bandwidth thing intervened at the time. I can't even remember what songs I selected (that's a partial fib), and I know that I wouldn't pick the exact seven songs today or tomorrow.
Of the seven songs 'Bob's' selected, the only one that recognise is the Miles Davis track and that's only because the self-same track is mentioned in glowing terms in 'The Shoe'. Of course, I recognise three of the other artists listed but tracks 5, 6 & 7 have me reaching for the cut and paste function on the computer.
Going by Bob's selection I'm guessing that he is a bit of a muso. Has been known to subscribe to Record Collector magazine, and has index carded his record collection. Back in the day he was more of a Charlie Gillett groupie than a John Peel groupie. Been known to not only buy CDs that have been reviewed in the New Internationalist, but he's also been known to listen said CDs voluntarily.Never Trust A Hippy Paulie over at NTAH also tagged me last month. Damn, I'm struggling here. I only recognise The Specials track - great track, btw, and I also know of Roy Ayers. (The title of his song looks interesting.) Have I already done the CDs reviewed in the New Internationalist joke? Shit, moving on then. I think Paulie may have misread the meme because his choices seem to be based more on, 'Name 7 songs that remind you of the 1981 Nottingham Riots.' I'm prompted to ask, has Nottingham ever produced any decent bands? I can only think of Paper Lace off hand.
Back to Paulie's selection. Another muso by the looks of it. And I'd always pegged him as a meat, two veg and a Jam box set sort of guy. I got him wrong. He's the Rob Gordon to 'Bob's' Barry. Music wise, they'd both intimidate the hell out of me, but I like the sound of The Enemy . . . even if I've yet to hear the sound of The Enemy.Big Blowdown Surely I'm on safer ground with Reidski's selection? The bloke's not known for his obscurantist music tastes, and I admire him all the more for it. OK, I recognise all of the seven artists listed but only one song? What the hell?
I think I've got a handle on this meme now. The theme of the meme is the more obscure the better. Everybody's hiding their ABBA greatest hits inside a Captain Beefheart record sleeve. I'll bear that in mind when I pick seven obscure tracks in my meme
Reidski likes LCD Soundsystem? I guess someone has to.Harpymarx Socialist-Feminist blogger is a kindred musical spirit. I actually recognise - and like - 5 of her 7 selections. Well, you can't go wrong with The Jam, Liz Fraser and Blondie. And I've long since come round to the opinion that Julian Cope is a bit of a lost treasure. He seems resigned to being a *spit* cult artist and he's much too talented to be put in that category. A Very Public Sociologist Just like Phil over at AVPS blog to actually apologise for the best song on his list. Since when have The Boo Radleys become a guilty pleasure? I must have missed the leaking of Peter Taaffe's memo in the pages of Weekly Worker where he outlines the CWI's opposition to Britpop/Creation crossovers.
Phil mentions an Icelandic band that isn't the Sugarcubes, and tries to make a case for the monstrosity that is Morodor and Oakey's 'Together In Electric Dreams': without a shadow of a doubt the worst piece of music that Oakey has ever put his name to.
I know Phil (from Stoke, not Phil from Sheffield) is trying the old 'so bad it's good' defence with regards to Moroder and Oakey, but though that sort of logic might work with regards to the Millies transitional programme, it doesn't cut any musical mustard from where I'm sitting . . . in an aged armchair which has only one arm (on the ultra-left of where I'm sitting) and which is cut off from the working class.Life is all Cobblers JJ comes up with the goods with a selection of The Auteurs, The Divine Comedy and one of Chumbawamba better tracks.
Nice to see that JJ didn't feel compelled to dredge up the obscure stuff to belittle the rest of us muso wise, but I have to say that, even after all these years, the jury is still out for me when it comes to McAlmont and Butler's 'Yes'. I sometimes hear it and wonder at its spine tingling majesty and lush orchestration. Other times I hear it, and I think 'Will someone stop trying to drown that cat. It just depends on which day you catch me.Infinite Thought A totally random pick. Just typed '7 song meme + socialist' into the google search engine, and this post came in at number two (after Bob From Brockley).
Never clicked on IT before but it sounds familiar. A quick look at the links suggests that s/he might be an SWP blogger, so where's The Redskins tracks in amongst the seven? (Alleged) SWP members really have lost sight of their original political tradition.
An eclectic selection that reflects the SWP's current perspective of a popular mixtape of a special kind. From what I recognise, very last century, very angsty . . . someone who is obviously harking back to the safe political security of the downturn period.
Bet after all that, IT isn't even a Swuppie. I should have just recycled that New Internationalist joke again.
OK, that's 7 bloggers, 7 links, 49 songs and 83 gratuitous insults. If I ever get round to actually doing the meme, I'll get totally bloody slaughtered.
From this weekend's New York Times magazine:
How did you feel when you heard that [William] Buckley died this year?I thought hell is bound to be a livelier place, as he joins forever those whom he served in life, applauding their prejudices and fanning their hatred."
Gore Vidal - looking like Studs Terkel in his accompanying pic - cuts through the bullshit of not speaking ill of your enemy just because they happen to be dead.
ESPN's commentator Adrian Healey immediately after Wesley Sneijder scored the Dutch's fourth goal against France:
"It's a Dutch oven and the French are toast."
I take it Adrian's doesn't have the Urban Dictionary website bookmarked on his laptop.
. . . so, another random Socialist Standard front cover to while away the time.
Christ, maybe this series should be renamed 'Mixing Footie and Right-Wing Politics? On the heels of Big Phil Scolari's admiration for General Pinochet comes this old quote from Fabio Capello:
"In Madrid, I breathed a sparkling atmosphere, the air of a country in Europe making the greatest progress. When I returned to Italy it seemed I had taken two steps back. Spain in two words? Latin warmth and creativity regulated by a rigorous order. The order which comes from Franco... he left a legacy of order. In Spain, everything works well, there is education, cleanliness, respect. We should follow their example." [From here.]
What's the bastard deal with football patriarchs and right-wing politics? Used to be the case that footballing patriarchs were identified with the left. Where's this year's Stein, Clough, Busby or Shankly?
Just another reason to want the Trevors to fuck it up come the qualifying rounds for the 2010 World Cup.
Hat tip to 'Red O' over at Urban 75.
. . . why no team managed by Slaven Bilić should win the Euro Championship.
Blanc missed the final, and what makes it worse is the bullshit excuse that Bilić came up with years later to justify his actions.
Mickey Mouse is thrilled to bits that he finally gets to meet in real life the guy whose face has been on his wristwatch all these years.
Pic courtesy of Kickette blog.
Chelsea got their man finally, and what a man:
"[He] tortured a lot but there is no illiteracy in Chile" - Big Phil offers a Thatcheresque critique of General Pinochet's leadership.
That quote's courtesy of the Guardian Sports Blog, where they've paced out 'Big Phil' Scolari's football life in quotes.
What would've been the Guardian Sport Desk's witty rejoinder if it had been the same worded quote but instead of Scolari talking up Pincochet, he was talking up Fidel Castro instead?
The bloke sounds like a dick, anyway. Actually worse than that, he sounds like Big Vern with trackie bottoms on.
Next season's post match interviews should be fun grimly fascinating. Odds on he has a tear up with Wenger before it ever gets to the point where him and Fergie exchange touchline spittle.
Anyone but Portugal for the Euro Championship.
Too hot to blog. Too hot to do anything.
Still enjoying the football, but haven't got the energy to do the spielworks. I know this much. Strachan can be linked to every half decent player in the Euro- Championship between now and the end of the tournament, but I bet come August he won't be linked to Boruc. The bloke's was immense against Austria, and he'll get the offers flooding. I'll be very surprised if Celtic are able to hold onto him.
Summertime in New York City. No wonder people get raged up. When it's this hot, you just want to keep out of other people's way. My way of doing the body swerve is by never having my head less than three feet away from a air conditioner at one time. That's how you avoid those who are only too happy to blow a gasket at the slightest provocation.
Image via here.
Weekly Bulletin of The Socialist Party of Great Britain (50)
Dear Friends,
Welcome to the 50th of our weekly bulletins to keep you informed of changes at Socialist Party of Great Britain @ MySpace.
We now have 1261 friends!
Recent blogs:
Democracy – and ‘democracy’ The happy slave syndrome Worldcon
This week's top quote:
"Most workers believe that if only prices came down or were at least stabilised their chief troubles would be over. They should remember that while it is true that at present hundreds of thousands of workers cannot afford to buy a house on mortgage, exactly the same was true between the wars when prices of houses and prices in general and wages) were only a fraction of what they are now. For the workers capitalism means hardship whether prices are high or low or falling or rising." Edgar Hardcastle, The ABC of Inflation (1972).
Continuing luck with your MySpace adventures!
Robert and Piers
OPEN DAY
An invitation to a Socialist Party Open Day on the occasion of our 104th anniversary.
You are warmly invited to attend an open day at our Head Office on the 14th of June from 12 noon to 5 pm – when we are holding a book sale and exhibition in celebration of our 104th anniversary.
Young, old or prematurely armchair bound, it looks like the Campaigns Dept of the SPGB is hellbent on tracking down the 1588 hardy souls who voted for the Party at the recent London elections in Lambeth and Southwark.
A sweetener to get the local electorate in the door is the once in a lifetime offer of "For those who attend there will be a free Socialist Standard marking the month and year you were born."
So be sure to get along to Clapham High Street early: there's only so many loose bound copies of the Socialist Standard from 1923 still available.
Daring to dream or are they just plain delusional?
The football romantic in me is taken by the idea of Third Lanark back in Scottish Football (perhaps playing Bradford Park Avenue in some future Champions League final), but looking at their stadium it looks like a bigger long shot than Austria doing the business in the current Euro Championship.
A quick glance at their wiki page reveals that they actually won the Scottish League in 1904. I never knew that. Maybe it's a sign? And - cue gratuitous dig at the Scottish Patient - they won the Scottish Cup in more recent memory (1905)* than his beloved Hibs (1902).
On reflection, it is nice to see a nonsense Scottish football story in the close season press that doesn't involve Strachan pretending that he is going to buy the latest whizz kid from Euro'08, but I'll continue to hold for Spartans FC replacing Gretna FC in the Scottish League. It's about time that Edinburgh had a decent football team. It's been over thirty years since Ferranti Thistle carried the torch.
Paul Scholes (England - South Korea/Japan'02)
Paul Scholes: unassuming red head from Salford who has been the hub of the United midfield for well over a decade. Refuses to be part and parcel of the media bullshit that surrounds football . . . can be a bit nasty in the tackle though it's rarely mentioned in the press . . . supports Oldham Athletic, which is always mentioned in the press . . . been known to score the occasional great goal . . . all time favourite player is Frankie Bunn . . . if you need any more information about Scholes, perhaps the blog for the rest of the month will just increasingly piss you off.
I understand that Impossibilist Bill has a blogging sideline in Rugby League reports. Maybe that's more your cup of hot bovril?
"It doesn't seem right, manifestly unfair, but apparently David James . . . ."
FFS, reading last night's post is a bit of eye-opener. It reads as if I was typing (and thinking) in a drunken state.
I must try this new thing that everyone is going on about. I understand that it's very popular amongst the very young and Boston Terriers.
Jean-Marie Pfaff (Belgium - Spain'82)
He played over sixty times for his country, and was part of the Belgium team who were runners-up in the '80 Euro Championship and who finished fourth in the Mexico World Cup of '86, but Jean-Marie Pfaff is best known today for introducing the slang word, 'pfaffing', into the English language.
Goalkeepers have been known to dither over crosses ever since the first ever Scottish International was played way back in 1872 but, for some reason, Pfaff's 27 second moment of madness in a Belgian cup game back in 1979 seems to have captured the footballing zeitgeist of the time. It doesn't seem right, manifestly unfair, but apparently David James has a shrine to Pfaff in his locker at Fratton Park by way of a small thank you for taking his place in the English language slang dictionary.
Trying to think back to Belgium's participation in the '82 World Cup but the best my memory bank can come up with is Boniek's brilliant hat trick against Pfaff and others in the knockout stage of the tournament.
Now that I think about it, combining football pub talk and counterfactual history I wonder what would have happened if Poland had won the World Cup in '82? What would the ramifications have been for Polish society and the political climate at that particular time, coming so soon after the suppression of Solidarność?
Group B
Austria 0-1 Croatia Germany 2-0 Poland
Day two of the European Championships and I'm already regretting the Panini sticker series and the idea of posting day to day on the tournament as it goes along, but I guess i just have to suck it up. What else am I going to blog about in this stifling New York heat?
First up in Group B were co-hosts Austria playing against England's conquerors, Croatia. A game so boring that i actually fell asleep before it started. When did Austria get so bad? I think I missed the post-mortem. It's never a good sign when the first thing journalists can think of to describe you is 'plucky'. It conjures up images of the second round of the FA Cup and pub teams from the Paintball Division Two (South) going down kicking and screaming to Notts County.
What can be said about Croatia? Most Spurs fans got their first sight of Luka Modric, I once again get to be incredibly irritated by Portsmouth's Niko Kranjcar (he makes Ronaldo look like an unselfish player in front of goal) and it looks like the BBC Sports website should update its page on Croatia more often. I had got momentarily dizzy at the supposed news that Strachan was looking to sign a player under the age of 25, only to discover that Croatia's defensive midfielder, Ognjen Vukojevic, signed a five year deal with Dynamo Kiev last month.
Fast forward to the second fixture in Group B with Germany playing Poland in Klagenfurt (Football tournaments were my geography lessons growing up). For reasons I don't properly understand, Germany are a lot of pundits favourites for the Championship. I'm not sure if it's because of their strong showing at the 2008 World Cup, the esteem in which Joachim Löw is held as a coach or just because they happen to be in the same group as Austria. Poland, on the other hand, have in recent years taken on the role that Greece once held when it came to International footballing tournaments: flattering to deceive in the qualifying rounds for major tournaments, only for them to perform piss-poorly at the tournament itself. However, what with Poland getting spanked 3-0 by the USA in a home friendly just prior to the start of the tournament, maybe they've cottoned onto the idea that the best way to shake off such a hoodoo is to do the imploding bit before a competitive ball is kicked.
With regards to the game itself, the Germans deserved their one goal lead at half time, but Poland performed much more brightly in the second half when Guerreiro replaced an injured Magic Żurawski. What sort of Polish name is Guerreiro? It's not; it's Brazilian. By sheer chance, Roger Guerreiro discovered that Poland has passport officials who have been trained by Daily Mail journalists circa 1984. I can't say much for their taste in British journalism but they know a good footballer when they see one. Fourth game into the tournament and Guerreiro has been my favourite player so far. Expect a bogus transfer rumour circulating around Celtic park in due course.
Anyway, I can't be too cynical about the Poles motives. The two German goals were scored by Lukas Podolski, who happens to be Polish born. And Podolski only scored because the other Polish born forward in the German team, Miroslav Klose, decided not to wear his scoring boots that day.
What does the opening matches in Group B possibly tell us? Germany will qualify as winners of the group. In an echo of the 2006 World Cup, they have a momentum in place that won't be truly challenged until they face the likes of a France, Italy or Spain. With regards to Croatia, I think they may flatter to deceive. They had their time in the sun turning over England (twice) in qualifying but they wont even get to be knocked out by Portugal in the quarter final. Poland will take the runner-up spot behind Germany in Group B. I know by making such a bold statement, I'm open to be bitten on the arse. So be it. Poland played some tidy football, and in Guerreiro and Smolarek, they have potential match winners.
And little 'plucky' Austria? Persons of a certain vintage will be doing google searches for the great Hans Krankl, and will find this YouTube clip of his two brilliant goals against West Germany at the 1978 World Cup in Argentina. Whatever did happen to that West German defender by the name of Vogts?
Edwin van der Sar (Netherlands - France'98)
What can one say about van der Sar? He made John Terry cry in Moscow . . . he's just played a blinder against Italy in the Euro Championship '08, and this Panini sticker from 1998 explains why he's been wearing a Rodney Trotter haircut these past ten years.
Player gets crocked. Strachan wants to sign him. Derek Riordan last seen throwing himself under a parked Celtic bus.
Antonio Benarrivo (Italy - USA'94)
Pity poor Antonio Benarrivo. The poor bastard didn't stand a chance.
Catapulted into Italy's first eleven at the '94 World Cup in the States after Italy lost their opening game to the Republic of Ireland, he went on to play every game right up to, and including, the final.
And yet it was to all to come to nothing: losing on penalties to a lack lustre Brazilian team in what was the worst World Cup final since this one, and to top it all he was 2/2 in the runners-up stakes by coming in second to this guy in the David Duchovny lookalike competition to .
For Benarrivo, 1994 was probably the worst year of his life. To this day, he is seen wandering the streets of Parma. A forlorn figure, he is heard mumbling to himself over and over again, 'It was the haircuts that killed us. It was the haircuts that were our downfall. If only Roberto had not gone for the rat pony tail. If only I'd decided against the wet perm look . . . . '94 would have been our year. It would have been my year.'
The article and the jokes have already been doing the rounds on various blogs for a few days but, what with me being consumed by Panini, I've been a bit slow in the uptake.
To make amends, here's a few of the better jokes from the original piece in the Times (sadly, the majority of the jokes on the Harry's Place thread have been woeful):
A man from Soviet Russia, a man from Soviet Poland and an American are on a train. The Russian is bored. He looks around, reaches up to the shelf and takes down his suitcase. He opens it to reveal countless bottles of vodka. He takes one and throws the rest out of the window. He takes a swig from the bottle and throws that out of the window as well.
The Pole and the American are amazed. "Why did you do that?" they ask. The Russian shrugs his shoulders and says "Where I am from we have plenty of vodka."
The American, not wanting to be outdone, reaches up to the shelf and takes down his suitcase. Inside are countless packets of cigarettes. He takes a pack and throws the rest out of the window. He then takes a cigarette, lights it and takes a drag. He then throws the cigarette and the packet out of the window.
The Russian and the Pole are amazed. "Why did you do that?" they ask. The American shrugs and says "Where I am from we have loads of cigarettes."
The Pole looks a little uncomfortable, thinks for a moment and then throws the Russian out of the window.
Stalin is on his deathbed, dying, and summons Khrushchev. "I know you will beat out the competition and succeed me," Stalin said, "so, for your guidance, I have prepared two letters. Open the first one when you are in trouble with the Party the first time. Open the second one when you are in danger of being deposed."Khrushchev obeys Stalin and takes the two letters. In 1956, he faces problems with the Party over Hungary and Suez. He opens the first one and reads "Blame everything on me!" So, Khrushchev gives the secret speech condemning Stalin to the Party Congress, causing the tummult to die down.In 1964, Khrushchev is about to be deposed by Brezhnev and Kosigyn. He opens up the second letter. It said:"Prepare two letters."POSTED BY: GREGORY BAKER | 3 JUN 2008 16:31:24 Lenin dies and goes to Hell. A couple of weeks later, God is at the fence and sees the Devil, who is looking a bit upset. "Hey, Satan! What's wrong?""Oh," says Satan. "It's that Lenin character. What a pain in the rear!" God says, "Well, I'm not very busy right now. I'll take him for a while." Satan perks up. "You will? Thank you very much!" He boots Lenin over.
A couple of weeks later, Satan runs into God, who is walking along in a business-like manner. "Hey, God, how are you doing with Lenin?"
God answers, "First, that's Comrade God. Second, there is no God. Third, I can't stop to talk. I'm late for a Party meeting."
POSTED BY: BLEEPLESS | 3 JUN 2008 19:55:46Abbreviates form of an oft-told joke from the '80s. Pole joins meat line which is closed.
Joins cheese line which is closed.Joins bread line which is closed.
Joins vodka line which is also closed.When the sign is put out and the door closed at the vodka line, he tears off his hat and stomps on it, tears off his coat and shirt, shows his scars, and yells to the rest of the line, "this is the scar I got at Krakov, this is the scar from Berlin, I am a hero of the Revolution and of the war against the Germans, and I have no meat, no bread and not even vodka. For what have I suffered?"
The crowd applauds and encourages him, but an officer of the secret police steps up and reminds him, "you are right, and times are hard, but remember, not so long ago . . ." and the officer uses his hand like a pistol, puts it to his own head and pulls the "trigger" and his head flops over to the side. "Just go home, comrade, and forget this, and we will do the same."
So he goes home and collapses in his chair, and his wife says, "what's wrong?"
"It's worse than I thought. They've run out of bullets."POSTED BY: BILL GUTHRIE | 4 JUN 2008 13:09:26British Trades Union delegation visit a Soviet factory. Factory manager boasts, 'In this factory all the workers do an eighty hour week.''Blimy', says the the leader of the British delegation, 'I couldn't get our members to do that. They're communists to a man.' POSTED BY: COLIN | 6 JUN 2008 21:59:21
Oscar (Brazil - Mexico'86)
Such is the luck of the draw with the Panini sticker random generator.
This time round, José Oscar Bernardi ('Oscar') is thrown our way, but unfortunately it's from the '86 World Cup that took place in Mexico. Unfortunate for Oscar because by that point he was at best a squad player for Brazil and didn't actually have any minutes on the field of play in Mexico. (Wouldn't that have sucked if Brazil had won the World Cup . . . to get a winner's medal just for turning up? The glass would have been half empty.)
That is a tad unfair with regards to Oscar because he had previously played over sixty times for the Brazilian national team, and he was part of that brilliant Brazilian team that lit up the '82 World Cup in Spain. The bastard even scored the second goal against Scotland in that 4-1 drubbing.
Of course, everyone remembers Zico's unstoppable free kick, and Eder's deft chip which is a shame for Oscar but a boon for the unnamed Scottish defender who decided to leave the near post, thus allowing Oscar the easiest of headed goals.
During my exhaustive research for this post, I discovered that someone by the name of Zidane scored against Northern Ireland in the '86 World Cup (they were in the same group as Brazil), and it's claimed on wiki that he's related to Zinedine Zidane.
"Citation" is needed to verify whether or not that is in fact true, so in that wikian spirit I'm claiming that Oscar was named after Oscar Niemeyer. The "citation's" in the post.
Group A
Switzerland 0-1 Czech Republic Portugal 2-0 Turkey
Well, the Euro Championships is now off and running. Despite my perennial claim that the Spain will finally do the business this time round, I've not went into the predication business with this Championship. The truth is that I don't pretend to know the quality of three-quarters of the teams participating, outside of looking at the final tables from the qualifying rounds and spotting which squads have the most players prying their trades in the big leagues (Bundesliga, Serie A, La Liga, SPL). I tempted to predict a Netherlands versus Poland final but maybe I'll hang back with the bullshit predictions until the first round of games have taken place.
First game up in the tournament was the Swiss against the Czech Republic in Basel. Nedved was a no show and Rosicky pulled a sickie (yep, it's going to be that sort of quality blogging for the rest of the tournament) for the Czechs. Nobody I'd heard for the Swiss. Good start to my close season punditry. Jan Koller was as anonymous as 6 ft 7in skinhead can be in a confined space, and the ESPN commentators made arses of themselves by berating Frei for falling awkwardly at the end of the first half. He left the pitch doing a John Terry and will miss the rest of the tournament with a twisted knee.
The Swiss were unfortunately not to get a result, coming up against an in-form Petr Cech in goal and an absence of Milan Baros on the pitch. The Czech Republic literally win the game with a punt upfield and their only shot on target. Sverkos slides it home for the 1-0 victory, and the Czech supporters behind the goal do a variation of a butterfly flapping its wings with 5000 beer guts wobbling up and down simultaneously. Expect a tsunami to hit Lake Geneva some time next Thursday.
A better contest all round was the second game in Group A between Turkey and Romania. All eyes were on Ronaldo but we couldn't help ourselves, what with the director of programming at ESPN deciding to train all 43 cameras on the Portuguese Davie Provan. I spent the first five minutes of the game debating who was the better looking team. Decided that Chelsea's Paulo Ferreira shaded it for the Portuguese. The commentators kept telling me that Portugal were much too good for the Turks, but despite the final result, I couldn't quite see it myself. Granted Deco was on form and Ronaldo didn't go missing for a bigger game but it was the bloke named after the eighties keyrings who broke the deadlock in the game. Liked to see a joyous goal celebration for a change. I was bracing myself for Ronaldo scoring and then being subjected to his 'look at me . . .I'm the shit' pout and pose. But Cristiano we all remember that penalty miss in Moscow. A bit of humility should be in order.
What of Ronaldo's performance? Excellent in places. Nearly scored from a free kick in the first half but for the Turkish goalkeeper's superb fingertip save, but he just seemed to be trying too hard at times and what with the Turkish defenders doubling up on him, he seemed to run out of space far too quickly. I'm still not convinced that he can boss a game like the truly great footballers but that may be as much about his position on the pitch as anything else. I think I better stop this train of thought now before I break out the old Charlie Buchan Monthly and start drawing diagrams on the blog.
At this point in proceedings, Portugal and someone else will go through from Group A but I won't be that gutted if I'm proved wrong on the matter of Portugal. The sooner Ronaldo gets back to have a chat with Fergie, all the better in my opinion. I just wish I wasn't so squeamish at the sight of spilt blood, otherwise I'd love to be a fly on that particular dressing room wall.
Alain Sutter (Switzerland - USA'94)
Mixing footie with politics is good 2/2. When he wasn't auditioning for a eighties hair metal tribute band, Alain Sutter, led the Swiss team in 1995 in protesting - before a football match with France - against the French Government's decision to resume nuclear testing in the South Pacific.
Actually that is unfair to Sutter with the hair metal gibe. He was obviously going for the Argentinian footballer look, and once you've got that down pat the left of centre politics come naturally.
Anybody actually remember how the Swiss did at the '94 World Cup in the States? I sure as hell can't. Though I can remember McCoist screamer against them at the '96 Euro Championships.
OK, just checked. The last 16 . . . and they spanked the Romanians 4-1 in the group stages. That was a bit of a tasty result against one of the better teams in the '94 World Cup. Obviously a hot and cold side. The Swiss lost 3-0 in the last 16 to the hot and cold side, par excellence, the Spanish.
From 'Overheard in New York':
Mom to four-year-old being picked on by brother: Tell him to leave you alone.Four-year-old: Leave me the fuck 'lone!
Mom: Hey! Watch your mouth.
Four-year-old: I'm gonna fuck 'im up.
--Staten Island Ferry
No idea what came first: 'The Man who fell asleep' or 'Overhead in New York', but they are both equally funny.
Hat tip to Kara.
Paul Breitner (West Germany - Spain'82)
Come on, if that isn't a good sign for this series I don't know what is! First random pic to be thrown up by the 11 Freunde page is Paul Breitner of all people. It would only have been more perfect if the random panini sticker generator had delivered Breitner circa 1974 . . . at the height of his revolutionary maoist glory.
I've already been here before with Breitner on the blog, so it's probably best if you just click on the link rather than me having to repeat myself.
I will, however, reiterate again that it turns out that the beard in the pic was a bit of a fraud because prior to the '82 World Cup in Spain he took the cash and shaved it off. Shame that, 'cos the sticker pic gives off a dishevelled Paul-Michael Glaser vibe. If only Bernd Schuster hadn't threw his toys out of the pram after the Euro Championship in 1980, he could have been the Hutch to Breitner's Starsky. Apart from anything else, that would have ensured no German pop career for David Hasselhoff.
Now that I think about it, despite Breitner scoring West Germany's consolation goal in the '82 Final, I always associate him more with the 1974 Final. I think West Germany in '82 and I think Briegel, Schumacher, Littbarski and Rummenigge. Breitner - like his youthful maoism - already came off as a seventies anachronism.
Brilliant. I need never suffer from bloggers block ever again. Just discovered the perfect space filler courtesy of Socialist Unity blog's posting of Mark Perryman's Euro 2008 article, 'Our Single European Currency'.
I need not concern you with the article itself right now - that isn't a criticism, per se - but I would like to mention that Mark's piece originally appeared in the German footie magazine, 11 Freunde.
Clicked on the link to the German language football magazine, and sad to say that my two years of day dreaming and messing about in German lessons in my second and third year of Secondary School has ill-equipped me to understand 99.9% of what looks like a fascinating website, but my eye did catch the 'Panini-Zufallsbekanntschaft' (roughly translated as 'Panini-chance acquaintanceship') on the bottom right hand side of the page. If and when you refresh the page, you get a new panini sticker from past World Cups staring back at you.
It totally appeals to my inner football-geekery and half-baked nostalgia, and comes at the right time when I'm getting overly excited at the prospect of the start of the European Championships.
Daft thing is that normally I can take or leave the Euro Championships. I usually just keep an eye out for the final itself at the end of the tournament and, before that concluding match, idly speculate on how England will majestically fuck it up this time on the international stage, but I guess that the end of the season high drama of that penalty miss and Celtic retaining its title against the odds has resulted in me wanting more and more football.
So, in keeping with this cheap all you can eat buffet of close season football, I've decided that, whilst the tournament is going on, the blog will be given over to alternating posts between the usual meanderings about the SPGB, cheap pop music and sightings of Glenn Matlock in the East Village, with posts that are about nothing more than subject of the particular panini sticker that is randomly thrown up by refreshing the page on the 11 Freunde website. I'm sure that the blog in the coming weeks will be by equal turn embarrassing, boring and overly verbose. Just another Saturday afternoon on the blog, then.
Two thousand posts here I come.
*BREAKING NEWS*
I'm currently watching the live coverage on ABC News of a second man climbing the New York Times building. "Second man"? Well, Alain Robert has already climbed the New York Times building earlier today to mark World Environmental Day. he promptly got arrested when he reached the top.
Christ, I hate Maureen Dowd's op-ed columns in the New York Times as much as the next person, but hasn't someone told this climber that she isn't in the building today?
A jazz/swing cover version of Aztec Camera's 'Somewhere In My Heart'?
Todd Gordon has done the honours and it's better than the original. First person to mention Mike Flowers in the comments box gets strangled with my loose bow tie.
The lengths I have to go to sometimes to get Kara to look at the blog.
File this post under 'been caught shameless space filling'.
Fileden is killing me
The bandwidth has just been reset in the past day and, by my reckoning, the bandwidth will be busted again within the next ten days. Therefore, I've decided that my only option is to start deleting mp3s to free up some space. That's fair enough. They were only ever placed on the blog in the first place for *sampling* purposes.
The deal is that I will start deleting the files tomorrow night at 8pm, so if anyone wants to take a last chance to check out the various songs posted, they can click on the posted mp3s link and see if there is anything there that may tickle their fancy.
There's too many songs to list or go through, but I hope there's something in amongst the pile that's music to your ears.
One last thing, here's the disclaimer regarding posted mp3s that should be permanently on the blog's sidebar:
The Secret Melody of the Class Struggle's policy on the mp3s posted
"As well as the rants about politics and footie, I do from time to time post mp3s on the blog. These are for sampling purposes only, and are only up for a limited time. I hope that you like the songs as much as I do, and support the artists featured by buying their albums, DVDs and coffee table books.
Any bands or artists featured who don't want their music to be associated with bad taste in politics and dodgy football shorts, please email me and I'll take the mp3s down pronto. No hard feelings at my end, and *cough* thank you for the music."
On the first Wednesday in the month, this much I pretend to know
Livingston's only deadhead is roaming around Kerala. My sitemeter has informed me of this fact. Denise Mina's latest novel, The Last Breath, was reviewed recently over at Huffington Post. I can call it 'The Last Breath' rather than 'Slip Of the Knife' (its American title) because Kara and myself are such Mina devotees that we got the book on import when it was originally released in Britain.
"Released?" Paddy Meehan noir is the new rock'n'roll. You will only read that bold statement here.JC over at Vinyl Villain music blog has finally resumed his 45 45s at 45 series. He's been holding out for a few weeks but he's now down to his top ten.
In at number ten is Friends Again's 'Sunkissed'. Nice enough record but I of course don't have the same sort of back story as JC for reasons to truly love this song. I best know Friends Again for James Grant, and his follow up band, Love and Money.There's a bastard load of monster trucks and trailers in the neighbourhood at the moment, as self-important people with loud voices and flourescent bibs are currently doing a bit of filming in the area over the next few days. For reasons I can't quite fathom - outside of the sound of the 'kerching' at a cash till - Hollywood has decided to do another remake of the classic 'The Taking of Pelham One Two Three'. And let's not bullshit here: the 1974 film was a bona fide classic.
The remake is being directed by Tony Scott, and will star Denzel Washington in the original Walter Matthau role and John Travolta will step into the late Robert Shaw's shoes as Ryder. I bet it will be shite. I'll go further than that. Sylvester Stallone miscast as Jack Carter will come to be seen as inspirational film making by comparison."Mel Gibson? He can't be in another film, I'm sure I saw him get his head chopped off in Braveheart." The Man who fell to sleep has still got it. According to the iTunes recently played list on the computer, The Sparks track, 'Here in Heaven', is track 180. OK, fair enough. Kimono My House is a fine album. So it looks like Barack Obama has finally secured the Presidential nomination for the Democratic Party. Speculation is now rife on whether or not Hillary Clinton will get to be his running mate.
One cynic has suggested that Barack will opt for Hillary for not only her very obvious political qualities, but because it will also be the best guarantee against any possible assassination attempt against himself.If you skush some Ajax antibacterial orange scented washing liquid into hot water, it smells like Irn Bru. If you try and drink it, it tastes more like Orange Fanta. It's taken me 24 years to reach a definitive position but I've finally decided that my favourite Police single was the one that was written by Stewart Copeland. I was only saying to Kara the other week that I would like to read more British novels that are set in Thatcher's Britain or are contemporaneous of that period. I had this particular epiphany whilst watching the opening titles of Starter For Ten, and realising that, whilst the film itself is rather mediocre, I bet that the novel it is based on is so much better.
If nothing else, it has given me an excuse to hunt down the old Adrian Mole books from the 80s.
People can scoff all they bloody want, but Sue Townsend's books were amongst the handful of books that I actually got round to reading during that lost decade. It was through those books that I first heard of Tressell's 'Ragged Trousered Philanthropists', Dostoevsky's 'Crime and Punishment' and the Norwegian Leather Industry.
It seems to like another world to think that the author of the best selling new novel of the eighties was an unreconstructed Bevanite, and that one of the best loved fictional characters from that period was a curmudgeonly communist by the name of Bert Baxter.A few weeks back I was going to spew out a ranty post about Ann McElvoy's recent Radio 4 programme, The Jam Generation, where assorted political hacks such as Cameron, Milliband, Osborne, Clegg, Cooper and Purnell congratulated themselves on being so different from past political generations. All this was going on whilst the music of The Jam was being played in the background, 'cos - sit tight - they were all of an age when The Jam were the biggest band in Britain. Geddit? Some of the preening numpties were even referring to themselves as 'The Jam Generation' whilst being interviewed. You couldn't make this shit up.
I'm glad I said nowt at the time 'cos I'm quickly cottoning onto the fact that it's not them who is out of step, it's me. First Weller gets interviewed in the Torygraph and now it's John Lydon who's getting the Torygraph treatment.
Will Rubbish was kind enough to pass on the link and, he's right, it's a good interview, but what the hell next: free GG Allin CDs given away with the Mail on Sunday? It don't seem right.Mark Hughes has joined Man City? Sparky has gone down in my estimation by about 750%. I hope he fucking chokes on Thaksin's dirty money. He may not get elected to the Michigan's state board of education, but I bet socialist/green party candidate candidate, Dwain C Reynolds III, has the fanciest smanciest website of all the candidates standing for office. There may be a few too many flashing lights and whistles on his website for my liking, but I was impressed that a candidate from a minor political party could come up with something so professional looking. Over at his MySpace page, Attila the Stockbroker has blogged his ten favourite Half Man Half Biscuit songs. His number seven, 'Dead Men Don't Need Season Tickets', is a lost classic, but I would have also included '24 Hour Garage People' and 'National Shite Day' in my HMHB top ten. As part of its forthcoming European Championship football coverage, ESPN has this past week been broadcasting highlights of previous European Championship finals. (To clarify: the actual finals themselves.)
I absentmindedly forgot to watch the 1984 final between the great French team and Spain, and kicked myself black and blue when I discovered my foolishness but I have been able to check out the finals from 1980, 1988, 1992 and 1996 so far.
Do you want to read something heretical, and I don't care if it does cause a coronary in old Utrecht.
Everybody (understandably) bangs on about that Van Basten goal when they refer to the '88 final. The perfectly controlled volley from an impossible angle . . . a stunned Dasayev stumbling back in astonishment as he's the last person in the stadium to realise that the ball is in the back of the net . . . and that look of unalloyed joy on the face of Rinus Michels when he knows that the trophy has gone Dutch, but it has to be stated for the record that the game itself was one of the most piss-poor games of football I've ever had the misfortune to sit through.
It was nothing more than ninety minutes of pedestrian play by blokes sporting perms, with the ball ricocheting around the pitch as each outfield player took it in turn to either miscontrol the ball or overhit a pass. For the life of me, I can't understand how people can make a just comparison between the '88 team with those brilliant Dutch national sides from the 70s.
As an antidote to that disappointment, tonight I thoroughly enjoyed watching the highlights of the '96 final between the Czech Republic and Germany. The Czech Republic were a fine side, and on another day they would have deservedly won the title. I really had forgot how good Karel Poborský was back in the day. I guess if you were going to sport that hairstyle in '96, you had to be the dogs bollocks to back it up.Finally got round to seeing Juno the other week. I had similar feelings towards it to what I had towards the last 'indie' film to generate the Oscar baubles, Little Miss Sunshine: it's good, but not as good as I was expecting. Saying that, I liked both the skewed happy ending and the Sonic Youth line. Stumbled across the Irish songwriter Mike Cleare recently, who hides behind the monicker of My Brother Woody.
Excellent stuff. Think Luke Haines with a girlfriend, a Beach Boys fixation and a prozac prescription.I really must get the links thing sorted. It's got beyond a joke. Apart from anything else, I bet Volty over at Shiraz Socialist thinks I'm cyber-stalking him because he's getting so many hits from Brooklyn. 'fraid the truth is more prosaic than that: I just happening to be using blogroll whilst my one has gone awol.
Because of my procrastination, even Morph is quickly losing patience with my present predicament. He wants to give me the finger in this latest pic but Aardman animators won't supply him with the necessary fingers for the full effect. Thank you Nick Park. You're a gent, and I'll get that blogroll sorted.
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I can't remember if I have previously included the WSPUS in the 'Do They Mean Us?' series but, what with my geographical arrangements, it would be daft for me not to take the opportunity to feature them if and when the occasion arises.
They get a special mention today because I had a bit of a result this week when I was able to obtain a secondhand copy of the 1990 edition of The Encyclopedia of the American Left for only $2.85 (plus $3.99 postage) from a bookshop in Auburn, Wa. (Trust me, that is a result. The later 1998 edition is going for anything in between $32 to $100 on Amazon.)
Edited by Mari Jo Buhle, Paul Buhle & Dan Georgakas, this 900 page tome covers everything and everyone on the American Left from the Abraham Lincoln Brigade to Di Zukunft (a Yiddish language socialist journal given over to literary and wider cultural matters). Granted, what with the book being published back in 1990, that of course means that there's nearly twenty years of the American Left that could be covered in later editions but as my ignorance of the history of the American Labor Movement is vast enough as it is, I can work my way up to 1990 for now.
Whether I'm living in the States or in Britain, old habits die hard and on receiving the book I immediately turn to the back of the book to see whether or not the SPGB or the WSPUS are featured in the index. I'm pleasantly surprised to see that the WSPUS has a modest entry in the book. I wouldn't expect much more than that. As the entry states, the WSPUS historically has been most visible and vocal in the Boston area, and it would be a self-delusion to claim otherwise. However, I think the entry gives the mistaken impression that though the organisation started in Detroit, it left Motor City soon after but the truth is that for a time in the 40s & 50s, the WSPUS had a strong local there and even had its national headquarters based there for a time in the 50s.
Nice to see the mention of Isaac Rabinowich ('I. Rab') in the piece. I had the good fortune to met his grand-daughter, Karla Rab, a few months back when she helped out with the Party stall at the Brooklyn Peace Fair. She has been working on a biography of her grandfather for a couple of years now and, now that it has been completed, she is in the process of looking for a publisher. It should be a fascinating read.
Final mention should be made for the author of the piece on the WSPUS in the book. Franklin Rosemont is a longstanding IWW member and well known surrealist. Why it seems particularly apt that one of America's leading surrealist should pen the entry on the WSPUS I can't quite articulate, but it just seems par for the course.
WORLD SOCIALIST PARTYThe WSP is the US companion party of the Socialist Party of Great Britain (SPGB), which was formed in 1904 by a group of anti-reformist Marxists who had broken with H.M. Hyndman's Social Democratic Federation. During World War 1, SPGB members Moses Baritz and Adolph Kohn came to the United States to avoid conscription, and they established a following in Detroit. In 1916 some of their supporters founded the SP of the United States, but changed its name to Workers' Socialist Party a few months later when they found that the name Socialist Party had been copyrighted by the SP of America. The new party at first existed only in Detroit, and from 1919 to 1922 took the name Detroit Socialist Educational Society.
WSP locals have existed off and on in several US cities, including New York, San Francisco and Los Angeles. But its real stronghold, and the only city where it can be said to have had an enduring influence, was Boston, where the tireless I. Rab conducted Marxist study classes and lively forums almost nightly from the early 1930s through the late 1940s, and more or less weekly for many years thereafter. In the 1970s the Boston WSP local had a regular program on the radio.
In 1939 the WSP started publication of The Western Socialist ("Journal of Scientific Socialism in the Western Hemisphere"). The name World Socialist Party was adopted in 1947 to avoid confusion with the Trotskyist Socialist Workers Party.
Tractarians and debaters rather than activists, the WSP persists today as a very small educational group, pamphleteering and leafletting for what it regards as the only truly and purely Marxian socialism. See also Proletarian Party
- Franklin RosemontREFERENCESJerome, W. "A Brief History of the World Socialist Party." The Western Socialist 33, no. 252 (1966).
If I ever get the cut and paste chance, I'd like to post the aforementioned 1966 issue of the Western Socialist on the blog. Fascinating snippets about the WSPUS and the Socialist Party of Canada, and does go some way in chipping away of the partial caricature of the WSPUS as nothing more than " . . . tractarians and debaters".
Further to the comments to this post, Reidski was asking after it and Vinyl Villain's JC has delivered.
By far the funniest of the three of the Hitler's Downfall spoof YouTube clips that I've posted on the blog in rapid succession. In fact, I had tears of laughter running down my face when watching it. And, weird as it sounds, it now makes me want to see the original film.
I noticed that this clip has been viewed over 300,000 times since it was posted about four months ago, and I can't blame the original poster for disabling the comments facility. It would have been a bloodbath.
I promise that I won't post anymore of these spoof clips . . . unless I unearth one where it's an SPGB EC meeting that is being parodied.
Found out about the Sheffield Utd YouTube clip via the Observer Sports Monthly, which is celebrating its 100th issue today.
Totally understandable that the magazine is in a self-congratulatory mood in its current issue but it doesn't get away from the fact that I never felt the urge to read any of its issues from cover to cover. It will always remain a magazine that I can dip in and out of, and the current issue is no exception
One of better pieces in this issue is Matt Tench looking back at the magazine's early beginnings, but the real cream is the link to a couple of old features from the OSM's vaults:
Tony Cascarino laid bare is a funny and candid excerpt from Cascarino's 2000 autobiography, 'The Secret Life of Tony Cascarino'. I think it's the most close to the bone writings I've seen from a footballer since I read Eammon Dunphy's 'Only A Game?' about ten years back. I guess it's the rawness of the book that got the book its plaudits but I its the humour that I liked: "Bernie Slaven, another great character from my Ireland years, used to call his dog every night. I'd be sitting in the bed alongside and Bernie would be howling like Lassie into the phone 'Woof, woof, aru, aru, woof!' He'd be kissing the receiver and lavishing affection - 'Hello, lovey dovey' - on a dog! The first time it happened, I nearly wet myself and told him he was completely mad. Bernie, being Bernie, just laughed."Despite the pigs ear that he made of his career at Celtic, I always had a soft spot for Cascarino after he described Glenn Hoddle - in the same book - as the unfunniest person he's ever met in his life.
Roy Keane and that picture piece by Sean O'Hagan deserves kudos if for no other reason that Keane disparages Teddy Sheringham without a second glance back. And, no, the Sean O'Hagan who wrote the piece is not the same Sean O'Hagan who used to be the guitarist and songwriter in Microdisney. I was labouring under that illusion for years. Don't attribute it to my ignorance, and see it more as an understandable mistake to on my part in light of the high intelligence of Microdisney. Why shouldn't its band members write articles? I wish I felt the same way about old commotioning bluebell, Lawrence Donegan, but his articles in the Sports pages of the Guardian invariably annoy the hell out of me.
PS - In the same segment, there's also an old article from Nick Hornby where he interviews and profiles Tony Adams. I would provide the link if I thought for a second that Tony Adams was in anyway an interesting character. His one redeeming feature is that he isn't John Terry.
The truth of the matter is that if I'd spotted this old clip before the Hillary clip, it would have taken pride of place. Football will always trumps politics on this blog.
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