Hazzah! I won the lottery last night. After over two years of playing and winning absolutely fuck all, I am now finally with the elite.
I’m going to be keeping my feet firmly on the ground. I think I will stay in my job and best of all folks, I will be keeping Sparkster.net up and running – you can untie the rope from the loft hatch now, life is still worth living.
I haven’t made any plans on what to do the money yet. Part of me wants to spend it on things for my own enjoyment. Part of me wants to invest it. Mind you, there’s only so much interest that can be made from a tenner!
I was persuaded by one of my MSN Buddies to enter the Channel 4 Fantasy Football thingy for The World Cup.
Basically, you choose a team of 11 players from a list of every squad competing in The World Cup. You are then awarded points based upon games won, goals scored and goal assists made by your players in real life games. Points are also taken away for games lost and goals conceded (I think).
You can pick whatever players you want, from whatever teams. The only rule is that you may only select 2 players from any one team (e.g. you may only choose 2 Brazilians, 2 Englishmen or 2 Trinidad & Tobago superstars). You then enter a league with every other participant and win prizes based upon how well you do.
You can make substitutions in between matches. So if Ronaldinho trips over his teeth and breaks his leg the night before playing England you are allowed to take him out of your own personal team. Also if David James gets chosen to go in goal you would be wise to remove every England player from your team – remember you get points taken away if your players’ team loses.
Here’s my team…
Sometimes I wish I could go into the Big Brother house. Not as a contestant, I respect myself too much for that, besides which I don’t think I could mentally take the madness.
No, I would like to go in and introduce some sense into the house. For the last few days we have had morons moaning about bottled water, missing suitcases, makeup remover and how the rules are unfair. They mope around the house crying and threatening to walk if their demands are not met.
If I was in the house and some wet blanket started crying to me about wanting to leave, instead of giving sympathy like the other housemates have done, I would pack their bags, open the door and kick them up the stairs.
I can’t be doing with these whinge bags who just moan and moan about fuck all, especially when there are so many real problems in the world. You don’t like tap water Nikki? Go and drink what they have to put up with in Ethiopian. Bitch.
Then we had Dawn, cheating cow communicating with the outside world. When being told by BB what she had done wrong, instead of sitting down and listening like a good little girl, she hid from the camera and spouted “shut up” repeatedly. No Dawn, you shut up you fat slag! You broke the rules, the whole world isn’t out to get you and “bring you down”, accept it, now leave through the backdoor and never appear on television again.
That Richard is coming across as one of the most despicable humans beings you could possible meet. His treatment of Shabaz was horrible, his sly comments are malicious. The man behaves like a bitching school girl and dresses like somebody from The Village People. Really hope he gets a round of boos when he gets evicted. A round of boos and then falls down the stairs.
All these housemates are worrying how the evil media will portray them. I know the papers can be cruel but anything nasty written about this current lot is fully deserved. They’re all a bunch of annoying twats. Annoying twats I will continue to watch every night at 9 on Channel 4.
This evening I watched the final episodes of Lost Season 2 (warning: spoilers below). It now seems that the series is following the typical tradition used in the X-Files mythology of “asking more questions than giving answers” in key episodes.
Locke has got over his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and stopped pressing that damn button. In doing so the whole world appeared to end but then turned out OK thanks to some Scottish guy who put a key in a mystery box.
Jack & co. got kidnapped by the evil Others who may now not be as evil as first thought. Michael got reunited with his freak kid Walt who he has been chasing all season, we don’t know why he was taken in he first place (Michael Jackson isn’t on the island). Some new guys in another hatch in the North/South Pole are in trouble and the ugly smack-head Charlie has managed to cop off with the hot Aussie bird. All very unrealistic, especially that last bit involving Charlie and the honey from down under.
I would not be at all surprised if the Lost’s creators have no clue in how the show will pan out. Like X-Files I am sure it’ll drag on for many seasons and then EVERYTHING will be explained in a double length finale. We’ll know everything but still be left feeling a little cheated and confused.
Anyway, roll on Season 3 and if you’re one of these people watching on Channel 4 and has just started Season 2, sorry mate, I did give you a spoiler warning, not a lot happens anyway.
Oh Lord why do you mock me? I got back from work this afternoon to find this on the doorstep…
It’s a match programme from the Play Off Final on Sunday (the one I don’t like to talk about). Last week I was advised to buy one off the internet in case they sold out. They didn’t sell out and as I also bought one on the day I now have TWO mementos of that terrible game.
To rub salt into the wounds after P&P this programme cost me £8. Any Watford fan who wants it, send me an e-mail along with an offer and it’s yours – let the bidding start at £50.00.
The programme does not include any ticket stubs, Golden Kit Kat Passes into the Big Brother House or player signatures. I can however provide a personal summary of the game free of charge. This will involve me crapping into a jiffy bag and sending it onto you (NOTE: this will incur an additional P&P charge).
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