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Why I don’t need fricking facebook

I’m getting sick of this.

I do not need to get a facebook profile. I don’t have to have one to stay in contact with you, or to see your pictures, or to find out what you’re doing at the weekend. The simple fact that someone’s told me I need a facebook profile proves this. Generally they’ve told me on MSN or by email. Therefore there’s absolutely no need for me to check their facebook to find anything out as they’re capable of telling me via other methods.

Likewise, I don’t need one so people can find out where I am, what I’m doing or what my plans are for March. Because I have three ******* blogs with all that on (two active, the 1000 Mile Walk one now mothballed).

Look to the right – see the little gadget that tells you where I am? As long as I remember to update that, it’s fairly accurate. If I ever get a GPS device it’ll be linked to it. My Google Calendar has all my travel details on it – past, present and future. It’s permanently linked from my Travel Blog (see “Travel Planner” on the left).

So it’s not me who needs facebook. It’s everyone else who needs to ditch the damn thing and start exploring the rest of the internet. You’d be amazed how many pages aren’t shades of blue, and based seemingly entirely on how many “friends” you can get.

We wuz robbed

Once again Newcastle came from behind to clinch a point, this time despite playing 10 men against 12. I’m not blaming Manchester City, they didn’t bribe Rob Styles. The guy’s just a useless **** who falls for the AS Roma style of football every time it’s played. You know, fall over and you get a free kick. Or a penalty.

How come 50-odd thousand people in a stadium, plus the TV commentators and every other person watching can see a perfectly good defensive tackle, yet one fuckbag stood 10 yards away seems to miss it? Mind, it’s the third red card he’s dished out this season. One of them he’s already apologised for – the one against Bolton which gave Manchester United a one-goal penalty lead. OK, so they went on to win 2-0, but that first goal will have changed the game.

The same thing happened to us. Down to ten men with 75 minutes of football left, at least we didn’t give up. I will say this for Joe Kinnear. Since he took over I don’t think I’ve seen our lads’ heads go down once.Â We’ve come back from deficits so many times recently it’s unreal. A shame we’ve not actually won convincingly…

I expect Styles to go “whoops” again and give us Beye back for the match against the filth at the weekend, but it doesn’t change the fact that the guy’s mad two ******* huge howlers in a short number of matches. Thing is, if he does decide to stick by his decision (and with TV evidence he’d be mad to) there’s nothing the FA can do as – if I’m correct – the referee himself is the only one who can rescind the red card. And if he does admit he’s cocked up, can the FA really allow him to continue refereeing in the top flight without some kind of sight test?

In the meantime it seems they’re looking at censuring Didier Drogba for saying in his autobiography that he wished he’d punched Vidic in the Champions League final. Not that he did and got away with it. But that he wished he had. How many people wouldn’t want to punch Vidic? Or Drogba, come to think of it? Yet again, their standards are all over the place. Roy Keane (now there is a **** and a half) gets away with deliberately (by his own autoboographical admission) breaking someone’s leg. Rob Styles gets away with being ******* ****. But someone says they wish they’d punched somebody and they wake up and start to feel self-important.

Still, to watch Robinho acting like a **** and then only manage a point was rather satisfying. The most expensive player in British football history manages one shot on target in the whole game against a 10-man side. And that was from the penalty spot.

As a humorous addendum, check out the picture at the top. That was Rob Styles’ Wikipedia entry at the end of the first half. I changed it back, though I completely agree with the person who altered it.

Taken Toon Trivia

No spoilers within, so read on if you’ve not seen the film.

Something I forgot to mention in the review of Taken previously. I spotted a couple of Toon-related things that I think may point to an in-joke with the cast or crew somewhere. One item is a coincidence. Two… nah.

First up, and quite obvious, is the scene near the start where Bryan’s mates turn up for the barbecue. Spot the 6-pack of Newcastle Brown Ale in small export-sized bottles being waved by one of them. Thing is, the scene immediately afterwards shows a couple of the cast drinking from these. The bottles still in the cardboard carrier contain the lovely dark brown liquid… whereas the ones being swigged from are partly full of something that looks more like Budweiser!

The thing that makes me think there’s an in-joke ahoy is the name of the “Diva” as IMDB lists her. The name enscribed on her business card? “Sheerah”. I mean, come on…

I am teh Jedi Master

It’s not often I finish computer games. Lack of patience, lack of spare time and a plain lack of ability to play the things usually count against me somewhat.

So, I opted to concentrate on Lego Star Wars on the PS2. According to the label on the box it’s for anyone aged 3+ which is about right for me. My tactic worked. After I don’t know how many hours hammering at the control pad I finally collected the last canister and worked my way through the bonus level.

Whoop! OK, it’s silly and not too difficult, but the humour and the gameplay were worth the whole fiver I spent on it. I’ll be in town tomorrow looking to see if I can get the original trilogy version (Lego Star Wars II), or even better Lego Indiana Jones for a handful of quids. Lego Batman also appeals, but it’s still full price right now. I’ll wait a year and get it in the bargain buckets.

Review: Taken

Bit of a random choice of film, this. I’d not heard of Taken before I checked out the cinema times but the trailer looked pretty good. And, I’m rather glad we opted for it.

It’s a by-the-numbers thriller. You kind of know how it’s going to go from the start right to the end, but along the way it’s got some great set pieces and superb action. Ex-CIA agent separated from wife is talked into allowing his daughter to go to Paris. He warns her about how bad the world is. She insists it’s all fine. She gets kidnapped. Angry daddy flies to France and goes on the rampage.

Liam Neeson shows why he was considered for Bond before they picked Pierce Brosnan by being somewhat pretty kick-ass. Actually, I think he’s got a touch of the Daniel Craig about him. As Leah put it, “a bit of rough”. At 56, he’s a bit over the hill for playing Bond, but he does look the part in smart clothes and you certainly wouldn’t mess with him if you kidnapped his daughter.

Without a doubt there are a few plot-holes – like why does nobody question a “French” policeman’s Irish American accent? But the pace is generally so fast that by the time you start worrying about this, Neeson’s breaking someone else’s arm.

A few of the reviews I’ve scanned are scathing about the film’s so-called “racism”, stereotyping Eastern Europeans as gangsters and Arabs as rich kiddy-fiddlers. Well, so bloody what? Someone has to be the bad guy. Shall we burn all the old Bond novels because Blofeld was obviously Eastern European and therefore that’s an insult? True fact – Albanians can be gangsters the same way the Italians can. Arabs can treat women like **** the same way a drunk in a Glasgow council flat can. Deal with it – it’s a film.

As with many French-set and French-directed films, the action sequences are pretty impressive. Car chases, frenetic fight scenes and the like. If you liked The Transporter and Ronin, you’ll probably go for this. It’s not as over the top as the former, or as deep as the latter but it’s fun in its own right.

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