Archive for June, 2009

Chubby Kid Does Old School

The chubby 13 year old Scott Campbell was challenged by the BBC News Magazine to swap his ipod for a walkman for a whole week!

Now if I dipped it in chocolate I think I could eat it

Now if I dipped it in chocolate I think I could eat it

And why did Scott have so much time on his hands to write his reveiw we ask?  Perhaps because his mom lets the little fattie sit in front of the telly and scoff down as much chocolate biccies as he can…

What's that love?  Another?

What's that love? Another?

No Michael Jackson wasn't really dead

No Michael Jackson wasn't really dead

Below is the article from the BBC.  Have a read and see what the little (cough cough) squirt thought of it.

Giving up my iPod for a Walkman

My dad had told me it was the iPod of its day.

He had told me it was big, but I hadn’t realised he meant THAT big. It was the size of a small book.

When I saw it for the first time, its colour also struck me. Nowadays gadgets come in a rainbow of colours but this was only one shade – a bland grey.

So it’s not exactly the most aesthetically pleasing choice of music player. If I was browsing in a shop maybe I would have chosen something else.

From a practical point of view, the Walkman is rather cumbersome, and it is certainly not pocket-sized, unless you have large pockets. It comes with a handy belt clip screwed on to the back, yet the weight of the unit is enough to haul down a low-slung pair of combats.

When I wore it walking down the street or going into shops, I got strange looks, a mixture of surprise and curiosity, that made me a little embarrassed.

As I boarded the school bus, where I live in Aberdeenshire, I was greeted with laughter. One boy said: “No-one uses them any more.” Another said: “Groovy.” Yet another one quipped: “That would be hard to lose.”

My friends couldn’t imagine their parents using this monstrous box, but there was interest in what the thing was and how it worked.

In some classes in school they let me listen to music and one teacher recognised it and got nostalgic.

It took me three days to figure out that there was another side to the tape. That was not the only naive mistake that I made; I mistook the metal/normal switch on the Walkman for a genre-specific equaliser, but later I discovered that it was in fact used to switch between two different types of cassette.

Another notable feature that the iPod has and the Walkman doesn’t is “shuffle”, where the player selects random tracks to play. Its a function that, on the face of it, the Walkman lacks. But I managed to create an impromptu shuffle feature simply by holding down “rewind” and releasing it randomly – effective, if a little laboured.

I told my dad about my clever idea. His words of warning brought home the difference between the portable music players of today, which don’t have moving parts, and the mechanical playback of old. In his words, “Walkmans eat tapes”. So my clumsy clicking could have ended up ruining my favourite tape, leaving me music-less for the rest of the day.

Digital relief

Throughout my week using the Walkman, I came to realise that I have very little knowledge of technology from the past. I made a number of naive mistakes, but I also learned a lot about the grandfather of the MP3 Player.

You can almost imagine the excitement about the Walkman coming out 30 years ago, as it was the newest piece of technology at the time.

Perhaps that kind of anticipation and excitement has been somewhat lost in the flood of new products which now hit our shelves on a regular basis.

Personally, I’m relieved I live in the digital age, with bigger choice, more functions and smaller devices. I’m relieved that the majority of technological advancement happened before I was born, as I can’t imagine having to use such basic equipment every day.

Having said all that, portable music is better than no music.

Now, for technically curious readers, I’ve directly compared the portable cassette player with its latter-day successor. Here are the main cons, and even a pro, I found with this piece of antique technology.


This is the function that matters most. To make the music play, you push the large play button. It engages with a satisfying clunk, unlike the finger tip tap for the iPod.

When playing, it is clearly evident that the music sounds significantly different than when played on an MP3 player, mainly because of the hissy backtrack and odd warbly noises on the Walkman.

The warbling is probably because of the horrifically short battery life; it is nearly completely dead within three hours of firing it up. Not long after the music warbled into life, it abruptly ended.


With the plethora of MP3 players available on the market nowadays, each boasting bigger and better features than its predecessor, it is hard to imagine the prospect of purchasing and using a bulky cassette player instead of a digital device.

Furthermore, there were a number of buttons protruding from the top and sides of this device to provide functions such as “rewinding” and “fast-forwarding” (remember those?), which added even more bulk.

As well as this, the need for changing tapes is bothersome in itself. The tapes which I had could only hold around 12 tracks each, a fraction of the capacity of the smallest iPod.

Did my dad, Alan, really ever think this was a credible piece of technology?

“I remembered it fondly as a way to enjoy what music I liked, where I liked,” he said. “But when I see it now, I wonder how I carried it!”


But it’s not all a one-way street when you line up a Walkman against an iPod. The Walkman actually has two headphone sockets, labelled A and B, meaning the little music that I have, I can share with friends. To plug two pairs of headphones in to an iPod, you have to buy a special adapter.

Another useful feature is the power socket on the side, so that you can plug the Walkman into the wall when you’re not on the move. But given the dreadful battery life, I guess this was an outright necessity rather than an extra function.

I’ll Vuvuzela you…

The success of the Confederations Cup and Bafana Bafana’s heroic performance has brought a surge of warmth and patriotism to my heart that before I would not have felt.

As a person who has lived overseas, in the ‘wonderful’ London I can say with firm conviction that the queen can keep her dank, depressing, cold country and my South Africa is one of the greatest countries in the world and I am proud and glad to be home.

Play on boys

Play on boys

But sadly our country’s  success and changing international view has left some South Africans unhappy and shocked.  You know those ones, those who constantly sneer about anything and everything, from the corruption, the crime  to how the ‘girl’ can never remember to fill the dog’s water bowl.  But sadly they never piss off and leave us in peace.  Maybe because no one else wants them either.

And here is another wonderfully scathing and hilarious article from Hayibo.

Heroic Bafana and successful Confed Cup leave racists frightened, confused

PRETORIA. Racists and pessimists across South Africa say they will now have to consider emigrating, after the national football team gave a heroic showing in the Confederations Cup and the tournament went off smoothly. “A good soccer team, slick administration: I just don’t recognize this country any more,” sobbed one unnamed source.

Complaining while shrugging has been a growth industry in South Africa since 1994, with expert complainer-shruggers sometimes earning up to seven or eight self-righteous nods per month from people standing behind them in the Woolworths queue also buying You Magazine.

Most industry leaders agree that fundamental to being a successful pessimist is a firm belief that “it wasn’t perfect then but at least things worked” while refusing to concede that some of the things that worked included the Group Areas Act and electrodes attached to genitalia.

But this morning a spokesman for the country’s racists and pessimists said that they were now seriously considering leaving South Africa. He asked to remain anonymous, but added that some of his best friends were black and that they called him “Jy Wena”.

“So if you must call me something, perhaps call me Jy Wena. Or Mr Wena. I think it’s African for Good Fellow or Fine Man, or perhaps Boss.”

“Look, certain things are fundamental to our belief system,” said Wena. “Obviously number one is that the blacks break whatever they touch, but also that our national football team is rubbish and that the 2010 World Cup will be a crime against humanity.

“So who were these footballers that almost beat Spain and held Brazil right until the end? Where was the stadium collapse? Where was the stampede and the crushed fans?

“It’s very upsetting and it’s forced a lot of us to rethink why we’re still here.”

Asked why he and his colleagues were still in South Africa and had not emigrated to the United Kingdom and Australia, Wena explained that they had refused to leave because “we’d rather be miserable with likeminded people than content with strangers”.

“For years we hung on to prove how crap this country is,” he said. “We thought that if we toughed it out, and complained loudly enough for long enough, Britain would send a gunboat.

“But we don’t think that’s going to happen now.”
Meanwhile he said that he had also received disturbing reports of increasing racism amongst blacks.

“Shame, they’re still calling it ‘xenophobia’ because they’re still in the denial phase we were in back in the 70s,” said Wena.
He said he was not sure if it was racist for a white person to accuse blacks of racism, but thought it probably was.

“They just mustn’t come in here and start throwing their weight around, pretending that they’ve always been racists,” he said. “That makes me so cross I could scream. Somebody should flipping write a letter.”

What am I going to do on Monday’s now??

I didn’t want to believe it, but last night was the finale of Grey’s!!!!

Yes it’s true, no more drama-filled Monday evenings.  I don’t know what I am going to do with myself.  But this season finale was possibly the most gut-wrenching, tear-jerking one yet.

I didn’t think it possible but the writers managed to fit in even more drama and squeeze in a few impossible and unbelievable plot lines.

If you haven’t seen the episode yet then don’t read any further!! Spoiler alert!!!

Below is a viewers review from the Boston Globe.

‘Grey’s Anatomy’ finale review

Spoiler alert!!!


When it comes to TV, rumors often turn out to be true. Word was that Katherine Heigl and T.R. Knight were preparing to leave “Grey’s Anatomy.” And at the end of last night’s season finale, both Izzy Stevens and George O’Malley appeared to be gone: Izzy crashing, cancer-stricken, in her hospital bed, George coding in an operating room after being hit by a bus.

In both cases, no one called a time of death; there’s room for resurrection and contract negotiation, not necessarily in that order. But in truth, it wouldn’t be so bad for “Grey’s” to lose these two, instead of straining to squeeze them into yet another season. Their characters have taken so many twists and turns that, at some points, they’ve become unrecognizable.

Perhaps that’s the trouble with a show that’s essentially a soap opera: the need for new romantic story lines can leads to absurdly mismatched pairs, and the Izzy-George affair, a few seasons ago, was a chief offender. This fifth season, Izzy even got carnal with her dead fiancé, Denny (Jeffrey Dean Morgan), as viewers howled in frustration. At least he turned out to be a hallucination: a symptom of her aggressive cancer.

On a show that routinely makes viewers cry, the Izzy cancer story line has been surprisingly unmoving. Perhaps that’s because it played out against the backdrop of well-publicized backstage tensions – Heigl withdrew herself from Emmy consideration last year, saying she hadn’t been “given the material” to justify an award – and the rise of Heigl’s movie career. (Last night’s show, to underscore the issue, contained an ad for an upcoming Heigl film.)

Still, Heigl has had ample chances this season to brush up her Emmy submission: Last night, she played scared, hurt, and eerily sick, as in a scene when the doctors put half of Izzy’s brain to sleep to see if she would lose her memory.

More satisfying, though, was the way some other lead characters returned to form. We saw Bailey briefly resume her role as a maternal figure, bossy and wise. We saw Alex act like a jerk, instead of an eerily supportive husband. The big reveal of the night – the identity of the battered patient from the bus accident – even made nifty reference to the pilot, when George’s fellow interns dubbed him “007.” O’Malley may go out the way he came in.

On the other hand, change can sometimes be good – particularly in the case of Meredith, who has abandoned her longstanding insistence on being miserable and decided to marry McDreamy after all. Last night, she and Derek exchanged vows over Post-it notes as a cover of the “Flashdance” theme song played in the background. May their relationship troubles rest in peace. Forever.

Apparently the next season is released in September…

I can’t wait and I’ll get my stock of triple-ply Kleenex ready. Oh and may there be another addition of man-candy.

Gaga Over Hair

Lady Gaga is the most recognised and eye-popping pop star.  Her outfits, crazy hairdos and music are setting her on the track for world domination…

Her latest hairdo – a giant button wig.  I mean using a hat to keep the sun off your face is so 2000 and late.

She wore the elaborate wig while visiting a charity in Manchester, putting everyone else in the shade with her typically over-the-top look.

How long can the press and public ooh and ahh over her gaga outfits and looks before there’s a backlash and she appears on the worst-dressed list?

If anyone else walked out the house looking like that I think the fashion mob would lynch them in a heartbeat.

Your button's undone

Your button's undone

A disco ball inspired outfit for Glastonbury

A disco ball inspired outfit for Glastonbury

It’s Hammer Time

Great flashmob video:  Group of dancers wearing Hammer Pants flashmob a trendy store and surprise hipsters in skinny jeans.

I gotta get me some of those pants.

When do I get my gun?

Where do I sign up?

Where do I sign up?

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live in the greatest country on earth.

And then I see something like this and I wave at the taxi drivers who cut me off in traffic and actually tip the kid who washes my windscreen with mud and water.

Keyboard Cat pays tribute to the King of Pop

Keyboard Cat has joined the army of celebrities and musicians paying homage to the late Michael Jackson.  Below is his tribute to the King of Pop.

Keyboard Cat was very distraught at the news and could not comment but his spokesman did say that Keyboard Cat will always remember Michael as the one who showed him you could see a beat.

Deep stuff KC, real deep.

Centre Court – Hotties Only Please

Too ugly for centre

Too ugly for centre

Wimbledon, the ultimate in tennis championships, filled with strawberries and cream and the “crem del la creme” of society.

But even here the advantage of looks supersedes that of talent.  Amazingly centre court has been seeing a lot of action, not from the tennis greats like Serena, but from virtually unknown seeds who all have one thing in common – smoking hot bods…

Remember Anna Kournikova?  That hot girl who went out with Enrique Iglesias oh wait couldn’t she hit a ball or something? She couldn’t  play for sh*t but thanks to that face and other assets (cough cough) she actually managed to become a tennis star.  Officials who organize the line-up of the games and the allocation of the courts have even admitted that good-looking girls make for better tennis and news coverage.

The unseeded world No 45, Gisela Dulko

The unseeded world No 45, Gisela Dulko

Huh? I thought this was supposed to be a sporting tournament, not a fashion parade!

No 28 seed Sorana Cirstea of Romania

No 28 seed Sorana Cirstea of Romania

Silly me, I keep forgetting that looks are alwasy more important than talent, at least when you are a woman.  So Serena I think it’s time to conentrate less on your game, and more on your looks doll.

Come now a bit of lipstick would make a world of difference

Come now a bit of lipstick would make a world of difference

The latest in Wimbledon fashion

The latest in Wimbledon fashion

Below is an article from the Dailymail

Babe, set and match: How looks count for more than talent when Wimbledon decides which girls will play on Centre Court

When it comes to choosing which women play on Centre Court, good looks count for more than big shots.

While a succession of easy-on-the-eye unknowns have appeared in Wimbledon’s prime arena, the top women’s seeds have been relegated to lesser courts.

And last night the All England Club admitted that physical attractiveness is taken into consideration.

Spokesman Johnny Perkins said: ‘Good looks are a factor.’

n the men’s tournament, five-times winner Roger Federer and British hope Andy Murray invariably play on Centre.

But on Friday, after Federer left the court, the next match was Victoria Azarenka of Belarus against Romania’s Sorana Cirstea.

While both 19-year-olds have top form in the glamour department, Miss Cirstea was seeded 28 while Miss Azarenka, who won, is ranked and seeded eighth.

That same day, second seed Serena Williams was relegated to the new No 2 Court for her win over Italian Roberta Vinci.

The fact that many seats remainedempty for the Cirstea-Azarenka clash implies that the knowledgeable SW19 crowd were underwhelmed by the tennis on offer.

Which would suggest that attractive players are placed on Centre to titillate the BBC television audience, some of whom care more for a pretty face than a powerful forehand.

A BBC source said: ‘It’s the Wimbledon play committee, not us who decides on the order of play.

‘But obviously it’s advantageous to us if there are good-looking women players on Centre Court.

‘No one has heard of many of the women now, so if they are pretty it definitely gives them an edge.

‘Our preference would always be a Brit or a babe as this always delivers high viewing figures.’

On Wednesday, Centre delivered exactly that  –  the so-called Battle of the Babes between unseeded Gisela Dulko (world ranking 45) and unseeded Maria Sharapova (ranking 60).

Then on Thursday ninth seed Caroline Wozniacki defeated Russian Maria Kirilenko, 59 in the world, on Centre while No 1 seed Dinara Safina was downgraded to an outer court.

Miss Safina, 23, said: ‘I mean of course it’s not fair, but then I’m not doing the schedule.’ French Open champion Svetlana Kuznetsova, 24, was also annoyed.

The fifth seed, who was knocked out on Saturday on No 1 Court, said: ‘It’s weird. If you look at the schedule, it’s not only about me.

‘It’s about Dinara on Court No 2, Venus (Williams) on Court No 1 and the girls who are not very highly seeded they play on Centre.

‘I respect them. They’re great players for sure. But this is what’s weird for me; what’s their strategy, what’s their plan of making the schedule?

‘This is what surprises me a little bit.’

Twice champion Serena Williams even got lost on the way to No 2 Court on Friday. She was nearly ten minutes late for her match.

Johnny Perkins said court selection is ‘a great big mixture of where the players are in the draw, who they’re playing, what their ranking is. But at the end of the day, box-office appeal has to be taken into consideration.

‘It’s not a coincidence that those (on Centre Court) are attractive.’

I am in tears – RIP Michael

As I am sure everyone in the world knows by now Michael Jackson, an iconic figure in music and entertainment, has passed away.  I could have some sarcie comments ready about the troubled star but I was actually a huge fan of his and am too much in shock to make any jokes.  Although that could change in a few days…

Michael before the fame

Michael before the fame

But my heart goes out to his family and friends and fans.  I know the havoc that a sudden death can cause and my prayers are with them in this difficult time.  Despite all his issues and problems no one can deny that Micahel Jackson was a legend and the world mourns the loss of a brilliant musician.

The music video to end all music videos

The music video to end all music videos

Michael at the announcement of his concerts in the UK

Michael at the announcement of his concerts in the UK

Below is an expert from an article in the Daily Mail. The full article can be read here.

A life in the limelight aged five to 50: Why we were fascinated by Wacko Jacko

By Daily Mail Reporter

From a successful child star to the biggest performer on the planet, Michael Jackson’s entire life has been played out under the spotlight of both the global media and an adoring public.

The boy who began his career as a cute youngster in The Jackson 5 grew up to be one of the most iconic and enigmatic figures in music history.

But despite his fame and success, Jackson – who died last night – courted controversy and acclaim in equal measure.

Despite his child stardom, it was as a solo artist that he achieved global fame with smash hits such as Billie Jean and Bad.

Thriller, released in 1982, is the biggest-selling album of all time, shifting 65m copies, according to the Guinness Book of World Records.

But it was the tales of oxygen chambers, chimp chums, shopping sprees and physical transformation that have brought intrigue and amusement and earned the singer the nickname Wacko Jacko.

Disquiet over the 50-year-old star’s behaviour turned to alarm after a documentary in which the singer pronounced sharing a bedroom with a child to be “charming” and an incident in Germany in which he dangled his baby son Prince Michael II over a balcony.

In a 2003 interview with Martin Bashir, which was supposed to bolster Jackson’s image, the singer said of sharing a bed with a young boy: “It’s a beautiful thing.

“It’s very right, it’s very loving. Because what’s wrong with sharing a love?”

A warrant was issued for his arrest on charges of sexually molesting 12-year-old Gavin Arvizo. Jackson surrendered himself to police amid a media furore.

He pleaded not guilty to the allegations and after a trial conducted in the full glare of the world’s media, Jackson was cleared of all the charges.

After his acquittal in 2005, Jackson kept a low profile.

The talented Jackson children had a tough upbringing and as he grew up, his appearance altered drastically.

Jackson denied undergoing extensive plastic surgery, claiming instead he suffered from a skin condition called vitiligo and he had treatment to improve his breathing and singing.

The Peter Pan of pop’s Neverland ranch was a child-like fantasy complete with a zoo, Ferris wheel, roller-coaster and video arcade.

Eyebrows were further raised when Jackson took to sleeping in an oxygen chamber and adopted a chimp named Bubbles as a companion.

He often conveyed an androgynous image and his marriage to Lisa Marie Presley, the daughter of Elvis Presley, was greeted with some surprise.

The 1994 union, which collapsed after 19 months, came just months after the singer’s reputation was rocked by allegations of child abuse by 13-year-old Jordy Chandler.

He reportedly settled the case out of court for £11 million (20 million dollars) although he always denied wrong-doing.

Jackson’s second short-lived marriage, in contrast to the high profile of his first, was to nurse Debbie Rowe in 1996.

He named their two children after himself – Prince Michael Jackson and Paris Michael Katherine, and took an unusual approach to protecting them from the media glare by covering their faces.

After the couple divorced in 1999, Jackson took on sole responsibility for their children’s upbringing.

His third child, Prince Michael II, was born to a mystery surrogate mother he never even met.

In 2002, Jackson caused a public outcry by dangling the baby – referred to as “Blanket” – out of a third-floor hotel balcony in front of the world’s press. He later said he regretted the incident.

In November last year, Jackson and an Arab sheikh suing him at the High Court in London for £4.7 million parted ‘amicably’ after agreeing a settlement to their dispute.

Motata says “Cheers!”

Judge Nkola Motata has been acquitted on a charge of “driving with an excessive amount of alcohol in his blood”, but still faces a drunken-driving charge. Huh??!
What did they think he had an excessive amount of Five Roses in his system?

Milk or Lemon?

Milk or Lemon?

Motata (62) was charged with drunken driving in January 2007 after he crashed his Jaguar into the perimeter wall of Richard Baird’s property in Hurlingham, north of Johannesburg.

The Pretoria High Court judge was facing two charges — one of drunken driving, and the other of obstructing the ends of justice.

The charge of drunken driving included two alternative charges — one of having an excessive amount of alcohol in his blood, and the other of reckless or negligent driving. Wowee and they wonder why we have such a backlog of cases in our courts.  Did they just add on another charge because the clerks were looking bored?

The second charge also included an alternative charge of resisting arrest.

“The accused has been discharged of the alternative charge of driving with an excessive amount of alcohol in his blood.

“All other counts stand,” said magistrate Desmond Nair in the Johannesburg Magistrate’s Court when he delivered his judgment on the discharge application made by the defence.

The case is postponed to July 16 for arguments and for the state to close its case.

Motata’s own effing words:

  • “I don’t want to talk to them. They can do whatever …. They think they’ve apprehended me for something they think they know.”
  • “ This department … it used to be a white man’s land … now South Africa is ours. We are ruling .”
  • “Even if I’ve damaged the wall, I’ll reimburse the owner … He should not degrade me. There’s no boer who will undermine and degrade me.”
  • “He must stop pestering me with this wall of his.”
  • “Fight him. Fight him. You must not even help him [Richard Baird],” he told two policewomen .
  • “What did you say when I got out of the car? I’m not a fool. You said I’m a drunken person.”
  • “You’re drunk, unfortunately; the guys are laughing at you,” said Baird to Motata.

  • “Get to hell,” Motata replied. .
  • “I’m not going to co-operate with you … I don’t have to co-operate with you. F**k you. If anybody doesn’t give me my keys … if anybody does not want to co-operate with my keys.”
  • “Stop using racial statements with me,” said Baird. “I have black tenants living with me and I’ve got a black neighbour.”
  • Motata to female police officer: “Woman, wena, don’t worry about whites. It’s the truth that must prevail. Ja, I don’t care about her.” “I’m not begging a person here. You all know I will not run away from the scene”.

  • “I’ve knocked your wall. No, no, no, I accept that. I’ve got to pay for whatever I’ve done”. “If I damage your wall, whether I’m drunk or sober, I’ve got to pay for that, honestly, I’ve got to give you my particulars and pay for the damage I’ve caused. It’s not a question of drunk or sober. I’ve done damage to you. Take my particulars and tell me how much damage I’ve done, I’m prepared to pay.”To police officers:
  • “Yes you will regret it, you will regret it. I don’t care, do it, do it,”
  • “How am i supposed to stand up? I’m refusing, I’m refusing”.
  • Shame judge, I also often forget how to stand up after a few cups of tea…

    And don’t get me started on the biscuits.

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