"Arrivederci France"

Pretend it works a while, it's transmitted live

Just found some live Virgin Radio footage of Manic Street Preachers from the Isle of Wight festival. According to James Dean Bradfield they played two new songs, but only Empty Souls is downloadable. I don't know what to say about it. It hardly sounds like the Manics I fell in love with, but they are of course somewhat older than they were back then. Like everyone who's seen Robert Smith lately, they also know that fat midddle aged men shouldn't wear heavy makeup. There is also a decent interview with JDB available for download here.

England got kicked outa the European Championship last night, and already the English are whining more than the Italians. I hate to be the one to tell them, but John Terry was wrestling the Potugese goalkeeper to the ground when Sol Campbell scored that goal. That it got cancelled was as fair as can be, so stop bitching. Blame Sven for his sh*tty substitutions or Becks for not being able to hit the goal! You don't see any Latvians whine about them being cheated for two penalties against Germany!
It was a great game though, and a highlight after sitting through the mediocre Secret Window, a study in how not even two great actors like Depp and Turturro can save a film based on a Stephen King novel! Afterwards we talked about the fact that there has only been a couple of great King adaptations, and that they apparently only comes round every 14 years, that's at least the gap between The Shining and The Shawshank Redemption. So expect something great around 2008... I know; I should finish of my blog with a rhyme more often!

but who needs enemies, when you've got friends

Aren't hereditary enemies great. Denmark and Sweden play a great and exciting game of football, and when the Swedes equalize a couple of minutes before the final whistle, creating a situation where both countries "win", they just take the piss for the last 2 minutes. Playing the ball around, mocking the crybaby Italians, who couldn't finish of Bulgaria until the last minute! That's what makes it great being a Scandinavian. Shit like that just wouldn't happen between Portugal and Spain or England and Scotland.

Right now I'm really glad that I'm Danish, and really sad that I'll have to be up at 4.55 tomorrow morning....

I stopped and waited for progress

It's a nice and quiet Sunday around here. It's hardcore rainbow weather, as it keeps shifting from heavy showers to high 'n dry sunshine.

The other day after the great football Mouth-Watergate (A Roy Trademark), the whole Totti things was all over the Danish medias, and one pretty big mistake appeared more than one place. Apparently the Danish journalists had a bit of trouble with the term "gross misconduct". The guy at Ekstra Bladet had brilliantly translated the word "gross" into "ulækker", which means "disgusting" in Danish. I'll be the first one to agree that spitting on another player is disgusting, but still.... I wrote the guy behind the piece, and 2 hours later it was corrected. The article, with the right wording, can be found here.