The Underdogs, and we've had too much shit kicked out of us

I’ve just got back to my parents place after a shopping trip to Germany! One of my rather neurotic friends has decided that all his video tapes should be of the same type, and since that type isn’t sold in Denmark any longer, he voluntered to drive! Yay, candy, whiskey and beer’s all round! Unfortunately I’m in Assens with all my beer, candy and whiskey, and I’m really tired ‘cause I got up at 4.50 this morning! And eventhough Roy's quite thrilled about the late night poodle rock documentaries, I’m not impressed by a Saturday night where the best offer of entertainment is Cliffhanger and Columbo!

Oh well, when I got here there were no tv at all because of some cabel f*ck up, so I really shouldn’t complain! And OB beat FCK 4-2 in Parken, which is massive – it’s always nice when the underdogs are victorious, and when they kick the ass of Broenby or FCK that’s even better!

So there nothing in tv, and I’v brought no music with me whatsoever, so I’m stuck with my littlebrothers copy of, by the band acclaimed shite album, Standing on the Shoulder of Giants by Oasis! It’s a strange album – half the songs a really good (Go let it Out, Gas Panic!, Where did it all go wrong and Sunday Morning Call) and the other half (Who feels love?, Little James, I can see a liar) are really craptacular! I think the best bit about this album is the story bout a journalist who ínquired Liam Gallagher whether there shouldn’t have been a plural ‘s’ in the end of 'shoulder', and his reply was “Well it could be a fookin’ one armed giant, couldn't it"