Is the tide turning…?

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Was scrapping FA Cup replays a watershed moment?

Henry Winter adds his name to those fed up of the Football Association pandering to the whims and needs (of the boards) of the Big 6:

I am also one of these people, but I don’t quite have his pedigree:

Winter is the current Football Journalist of the Year at the British Sports Journalism Awards, where the judges said last month he “has a unique connection to his readership and football fans” and is a “voice of genuine authority and respected by those in the game”.
Winter is also the most recent Writer of the Year at the Football Supporters’ Association Awards.
His authority is long-held: in 2010 he was voted Britain’s top sports journalist in a Press Gazette poll of journalists and the general public.

When people like Henry Winter are (rightfully) getting upset about this untenable situation, then it’s about time the FA start paying attention.

Here’s another veteran football journalist, Alan Biggs:

The fans want replays. The fans love the traditions of the game. But by the end of this evening, it’s quite likely that every English club will have been eliminated from European competition this year, ahead of the semi-final stages, nogal. And we can’t have that happening again, because that means no more money for the Big 6 and the FA, both of whom are really struggling financially, so something else is going to have to change.

And the other 86 clubs and their hundreds of thousands of fans must just deal with it.

OMD tonight

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Weather is good.
Tickets are by the door, ready to go.
We’re looking forward to a fun night and some great music.

Support by local boys eVoid, who had 2 hits way back when in 1984, and – according to all the sources I can find – haven’t had much success since. But live music is always good to hear, and I’ll be looking forward to them finishing their set with (I’m guessing at this point) Taximan and Shadows.

Going to stick my neck out and make another prediction, which is that Andy McCluskey will introduce their fifth song of the evening – Kleptocracy – with a suitably Scouse anti-authoritarian comparison of the UK and SA governments. Power to the people, aluta continua, innit?

At least half the line-up are big Liverpool FC fans, which might not make for the happiest of evenings (for them, at least). Let’s hope that they don’t have one eye on the football.
Although alternatively, I suppose if things go really well in Bergamo, it might be all night party time.

Either way: I’m more than ready for some old skool (and a bit of new skool) electronica.

Bonjourr

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Just sharing this extension I recently found from Google Chrome (much like the “NeSpReSsO iSn’T rEaL cOfFeE” thing, please don’t @ me telling me how Chrome is the (second) worst browser you can get. Thanks.).

Anyway. It’s called Bonjourr, it describes itself as a “minimalist startpage” and it just makes each of your newly opened tabs look nicer. Like this:

The images change each hour and they are taken from Unsplash, into which I’m definitely going to look further. The whole thing is fully customisable, even down to the actual css code. It’s open source, free, no account or login required, no stealy stealy data stuff and comes highly rated on the Chrome web store.

Sometime we can have nice things. And this is one of them.

6000 recommends…

A long one

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Careful now.

The day, that is.

With Mrs 6000 waking at 4am for a trip to Johannesbeagle, last night’s slumbers were restless at best. No-one sleeps well when they have to be up that early. And therefore, by extension, no-one who is sleeping next to someone who has to be up that early sleeps well either.

But there was still life to live here and plenty to be done. School happened. Jobs happened. Some jobs took much longer than they should have done, the blame for this being equally shared between them being a little more difficult than was anticipated, and it being “today me” that was doing them.
But then they did get done and everyone got to their extra mural stuff on time, and everyone got picked up from their extra mural stuff on time.

And that even if I popped up to the top floor of the car park near to where the Boy Wonder was coaching the Dodgeball juniors, just because Cape Town looked lovely this evening.

Especially if you overlook the foreground.

Parent Teacher meetings, the bane of any student’s life, were done via the magic of Google Meet, from hotel lobbies and school car parks, and were both good and great.

And we all made it home safely.

There was dinner: basic, but delicious.
There is a rather nice Bordeaux Blend.
There is some UCL football.

But more than any of these things, there is a bed.

Tired of…

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Tired of a few things at the moment.

The impending World War is a bit tiresome. I do hope that it’s not going to affect our football team weekend away towards the end of the month. That would really be adding insult to injury. Imagine society crashing down around us and you didn’t even get the chance to share a few beers with your mates at what looks like a really decent place in the Klein Karoo before it all kicked off.

Tired of the politics in this country. The iffy polices and the usual pre-election promises and lies. Yes, yes, I know that they’re the same thing. Tired of the polarised viewpoints and the unjustified ad hominem attacks on social media. Weary at the people who think that what’s happening on twitter bears any relation to the situation in the real world.

And, related: HOW HAVE WE SUDDENLY GOT SO MUCH ELECTRICITY? Sure, no loadshedding is great and all, but at what cost is this pre-election “normality” coming? Something unsustainable is happening.
More on that in a future post.
Maybe.

Tired of – and a bit bewildered at – this sort of stunt from local news site (the) Daily Maverick:

I recognise the need for journalism, and I recognise the need for a strong and independent media, but 1) Is that really what they are?, and 2) Is this action a bit OTT and a bit drama llama-y?

Mmm.

Tired of being just being tired. I went to bed ridiculously early yesterday evening, and I slept really well. I just could have done with another few hours. I’m sure you recognise the feeling.

Still did much better than this guy though:

Oh why have all the moonbats come back out of the woodwork recently? Was it the eclipse?
So damn exhausting. They’re suddenly everywhere again, including literally shedloads of Americans who think that Cape Town has been washed away by some massive weird tsunami thing that none of us actually in Cape Town, noticed.

And like that guy above whose name was blanked out on this screenshot, but who has clearly risen like Lazarus, if he’s repeatedly had no pulse for 5 minutes at a time.
If resurrection is a side effect of the covid vaccine, then I think we need to know.

There would be many, many implications.

I think I need to sleep on it…