Thursday, January 29, 2009
Gender or Bender? Munich....
Well TSV 1860's progress in the German equivalent of the FA Cup was terminated by Hamburg SV on Tuesday night, three goals to one, but it was expected. But this got me thinking about posting a new "Gender or Bender" post, of which I haven't done for a spell. So, to get back on track with it's weekly posting, we take a trip to the capital of Bavaria, to discover whether its a destination for skipping or gipping.
Price- I visited during the world famous Oktoberfest, so you would expect to get a bit of a rinsing, but accommodation apart, it was very reasonable. If they had something akin to this festival in the UK, you just know that your pants would be thrust round your ankles at every opportunity, but our German cousins seem to have a fairer attitude to these kind of things. A stein would set you back about €6, which at the time was very reasonable, equating to about a fiver for a litre of top notch beer. Of course, as you are all probably aware, Sterling has taken a nose dive, so it isn't going to be the value it was a year ago, but in comparison to the likes of Holland, Ireland and France, I still think it rates as good value. The same goes for the grub, and the local transport system, very affordable. 5/10
People- What isn't there to love about the people who celebrate binge drinking for two whole weeks? Being drunk is not just accepted, but it is expected. Word to the wise for all you half pint Heroes though, the local Feds are tooled up and ready to go, so I would ward against any scrapping. Around the Festival site, legions of people can be found sleeping off the afternoons excess, in readiness for more of the same in the evening. If this weren't enough, the fit bird quota is sky high, and they enjoy dressing in local costume, which gets their breast shoved up nicely to eye level. In the City itself, the beer hall rules. They get rather busy, so you get sat where ever there is a space. My self and Funky, both lashed up to the hilt, found ourselves sat with a very friendly Bavarian family, who were very nice. This after a gang of grannies helped us find our U-Bahn train when hopelessly lost. Even the bouncers are helpful. When a pissed up Shouty and Crespo tried to gain entrance to an expensive Gentleman's club, the doorman asked what they were after. "I just wanna see some tits and arse!" slurred the Right Honourable. "I do not think this is ze place for you, it is €50 a drink" and pointed them in the opposite direction. I really can't find fault. 10/10
Stuff- "So all there is to do is drink" I hear you say, and you do have a point. I have no doubt there are many fine galleries, theatres and opera houses, but it is not the reason why you would visit. It is home to Bayern Mynchen, the Manchester United of Germany, but I would recommend a TSV 1860 match over them any day. No tourists (our selves excepted), just loads of locals out for the crack. A good tip as well, is to wear some TSV merchandise when trying to get into one of the big tents at the O'fest, as the guys who determine whether you get a seat or not, are more than likely Lowen fans themselves. There are excursions to the Alps and what not, but who cares when your at beer central? 7/10
Reputation- Superb. Anybody who has been will tell you it is brilliant, and not just those for the beer fest. As a European city, this to beer what Amsterdam is to hash. It was a dream to visit for years, and it didn't disappoint. 10/10
Intrigue- Right up there. I am sorry to harp on about the Octoberfest, yet again, but it is the worlds biggest party, 6 million revellers will visit during the two weeks it is on. Even when it isn't on, there a beer halls galore, including the world renowned Hofbräuhaus’, and several others of equal, if not higher calibre. The Löwenbräukeller near Stiglmaierplatz, is also an exceptional place to quaff a brewski. If I were to put together a plan, and I am trying to as we speak, everybody would jump at the chance. Of course, with the economy in its current downward spiral, affording it is another kettle of fish. A must do, before one dies. 10/10
Verdict- 42/50 Are you kidding!! Drinking schnapps with the chaps...............BENDER
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I Wanna be your Insurance Salesman?
Double Celebration
Arrogant Jamon Eats Words
Line-ups;
JMF- Jamon, Young Gaz, Lukelear, Funky and Dead Eye
EURO E- Shouty, Two Scoops, Clogs, Euro Bri and Dr Shotgun
2009 Season
- JMF wins - 2
- Euro Elite - 1
- Draws - 0
Euros frozen verruca proved too much for the JMF
Shakers 1 Bantams 0
As for Bury, they play nice little triangles, but lack any cutting edge. We fell into the trap of playing exactly the way they wanted us to, and their two Leviathan centre halves won everything in the air. A workman like team such as these should not be looking down the table from the comfort of four point cushion. We need to start stringing some results together ASAP, and wasting our best players by adopting the big hoof upfront is not the way to achieve this.
Baz Watch- Noit good I am afraid. Everything our smooth headed Gaelic forward touched turned to mush. He had at least three gilt edged chances, and spurned the lot. What made it worse is the fact all missed the target. His gargantuan marker had him pretty much in his pocket all night. As usual he will bare the brunt of the supporters blame, but to single either himself or Daley for special attention seems a tad harsh considering the performance of the whole team. I fear the substitutes bench beckons. 3/10
Pie Rating- We were deep into Lancashire, pie country, and expectations were high. At first these expectations seemed to be ill founded, at the beginning of the match they only had Cornish pasties, but by half time, fellow supporters were spotted scarfing pies, so I braved the concession stand once more. Steak or Balti was the choice, and being of the old skool (I believe this is the way you are expected to spell school when using it in this context) I plumped for the steak. Which turned out to be steak AND kidney, a fact that dismayed my travelling companion, the good Dr Shotgun, no end. We both found the pasty to be of a high standard taste and filling wise, but it was small, and a bit pricey. The steak and kidney, from my view, was excellent. Choc full of filling, the perfect serving temperature and finished off with Chop sauce (yes they also use the mighty Hammonds). Even Shotgun thought it good, although he has a loathing of Kidney, and refutes the fact that it puts hairs on your chest as an old wives fish tale. The ratings are as below.
Euro Bri;
Pasty 6/10
Steak and Kidney 8/10
Dr Shotgun;
Pasty 6.5/10
Steak and Kidney 6/10
Monday, January 26, 2009
January...the Never Ending Manth
Thursday, January 22, 2009
No Need to Panic....Yet
Line-ups;
JMF- Jamon, Young Gaz, Lukelear, Dr Shotgun and Dead Eye
EURO E- Shouty, Two Scoops, Clogs, Euro Bri and The Mercenary
2009 Season
- JMF wins - 2
- Euro Elite - 0
- Draws - 0
Baz Stalker
The cardigans are a little bit gay, but I dare YOU to tell them!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Bantams 1 Stanley 1
Baz Watch- On from the beginning, our aerodynamic front man was his usual willing self. Of course this didn't mean he was any good, but was no worse than most of his team mates. Re deemed himself in the second half, when he smashed in the equaliser from all of two feet, after good work by Law. Strangely substituted after 66 minutes for O'Grady who appears to be a more sluggish version of our Irish hero. 6/10
Pie Rating- Finally we have a new guest reviewer, as Dr Shotgun made his first foray of the season down to Valley Parade. His choice of sustenance was the ever popular Meat and Potato, usually an above average performer. But the good Doctor must have got the runt of pie litter. It was soggy, and upon first bite, seeped out water and undercooked filling. He was not impressed. At all. 3/10
Friday, January 16, 2009
Oktoberfest '09?
Well that's the idea anyway, and the Good Lord loves a trier. We had such a good time in 2007, it was agreed that a return trip was a must, and with the gloomy forecast for 2009, when better? Of course I won't be able to book everyone on my credit card this time, my limits are being squeezed as I post this, but I am sure a bunch of world weary geezers such as ourselves could co-ordinate a sojourn between us. The dates are Friday the 25th of September till Monday the 28th. Flights out of Manchester via Heathrow are currently going for around £220, or from Leeds/Bradford through Amsterdam for £250. Hotels are coming up for between €500 to €700, and are selling fast. If there are to be a few of us partaking, the likelihood of us all getting accommodation at the same flea pit are scarce. So, the order of the day is speed. If we leave it much later than the first week of February, I can see us having to pay top dollar for digs. Time is of the essence my compadres.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Spanked
Line-ups;
JMF- Jamon, Young Gaz, Lukelear, Clogs and Dead Eye
EURO E- Shouty, Two Scoops, Crespo, Euro Bri and Dr Shotgun
2009 Season
- JMF wins - 1
- Euro Elite - 0
- Draws - 0
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Crespo Where's Yer Troosers
The Jamon Celeste
If you look at the back you will make out a fruity character, sucking in his cheeks to make his face look slimmer. Pity the double chin ruins the effect. So it would appear jamon has moved on from rent boys, and acquired a penchant for the more mature lady. I hope Crepo has kept that copy of 60 up for him.
Speaking of which, the photo of McCrespo, sporting a full kilt and sporran ensemble, is some where out there on the old interweb. A cold frosty pint of lager is the reward for anybody who can unearh this hidden gem.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Strike a Pose
As you can see, he must have been chosen to feature in the Civil Partnership section, as there is not a bride to be seen anywhere. Or is there? Rumour has it there is an as yet unseen photo of him. He is pictured with a female model, resplendent in a white full length wedding gown, draped on the arm of be kilted Crespo in full Highland attire, sporran included. Och aye McKevin...
Sore Arm and More Buffoon Points
On to the buffoon point. I know you are all thinking it was my good self who picked up the score, doing something spectacularly numb on the squash court, but it wasn't. I always thought that health and safety nonsense about answering your phone whilst driving was utter rubbish. But the good Doctor showed me the perils. As we drove up Southfield Road, his dog and bone rang. But he must have been concentrating to hard on the road, as instead of answering it, he slapped himself in the face with it! It was a beauty, he hit himself so hard he switched the phone off, and nearly cut himself. Priceless. I wasn't sure how to score it, but have looked up the points scoring system, and reckon it falls in the slapstick category, which warrants a Muppet, and two points. Welcome aboard Dr Shotgun.
- Tony Helmet 10 points
- Euro Bri 7 points
- Shouty 6 points
- Crespo 4 points
- Pembo 4 points
- Dr Shotgun 2 points
- Funky 1 point
- G-Spot 1 point
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Away Days
After much procrastination, I am finally posting the Away Day of our sojourn to see the Bantams take on the Bees of Brentford, at Griffin park. I had been looking forward to this trip since our ignominious fall from the Premier League. Why? Because it is the only footie stadium in the country to boast a boozer on every corner. Don't catch the tube, but go on the overground train, as it is a damn site closer, and within a short stroll of the first of the pubs. The ground itself is a peach, smack in the middle of the place it represents. The pubs are all worthy stops, but my favourite was the New Inn, which had a flat screen set up outside, behind a perspex shield, so all the poor smokers could watch the football without missing a kick. The ground itself is actually known as Griffin Park because of its close ties with Fullers brewery. Inside, the away end was two tiered, upstairs is seating, but in the spirit of this old stadia, we decided to do something that you can no longer do in the top two leagues. We stood. On a terrace. A trip down memory lane. The first half was dull, but the second half was a stormer, and being stood on a terrace made it all the more memorable. I even managed to start a chant, lauding my hero doppelgänger Super Barry Conlon. Kev hung his head in shame. After the match the locals seemed friendly, but the Paulcano, Hefner and Stevie V might disagree, as the high tailed to the train station after getting some bad vibes off some local ne'er do wells. Stuff the Premier Leagues, I am beginning to enjoy this division.
The picture below features the pubs on each corner of the ground. You will have to trust me on the last one, I was getting a bit fresh by the time we got to it.
Statistics
- Capacity-12,763
- Concessions- They had pies, and unbelievably they were cheaper than Bradford's, by a whole 10p! Who said everything costs more down sarf. But now the bad news. Not only did you have to queue up in a small lake to purchase your half time treats, but they didn't sell beer! A ground surrounded by pubs, with strong ties to a local brewery, and they didn't sell beer! For shame...
- Built-1904
- Did You Know?- The ground is directly under the flight path to London Heathrow, and the roofs of the stands are hired out for advertising. The space is currently used by Qatar Airways
- Visited By- Euro Bri, Shouty, Crespo, Paulcano, Hefner and Stevie V
- Rating-Mount Olympus- In a similar vein to Grimsbys ground, this place is a diamond. Yes it is antiquated, the roof leaks, and there is a stream running past the concession stand, but this is the kind of place that real football was built for. Not some vast out of town abomination, built to get away from as soon as the match ends, but to represent the community that gave birth to it. I know I am coming over all left wing, but I am enjoying my trips to away games more over the last two or three seasons than i ever did when we reached the pinnacle of the English professional leagues. I will take a trip to a ground like this over a million Reeboks, Pride Parks or Riversides any day.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
A Rememberance
When Flipper met Flopper
Public Info Ad's '70s Style
As you know, myself and G-spot have been trying to get the Stop the Nonsense site up and running over the past few months, and I have now moved all my rants and commentary on the state of how our nation is governed to this website. I am to commit at least one article a week to it and would be grateful if all the regular readers of this blog would take a look and let me know what you think. The site can be found by clicking here;
http://stopthenonsense.org.uk/
I know you are wondering what this has to do with the video posted above, but I have just sat up for an hour or so, compiling an article, some would say a tirade, against the hectoring, immature nature of our modern day public service advertising. Stuff like the Frank drug adverts featuring Pablo, and the never ending stream of commercials imploring us to quit smoking, drink less and lose weight. So I thought it might be cool to contrast this with the way it was done when we were kids. I still get the creeps every time I see Jimmy Saville, and I sure as Hell clunk click. I know you younger pups will have no idea, but for those of a certain age age, enjoy.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
2009....Tough Times
So this leaves our green and pleasant island as the most viable of our choices, economically at least. Edinburgh is mentioned every year, and this may be just the right one to finally push ahead and get it done. There will be a London run again, possibly to Wembley, Bantams permitting. If not I venture another Away Day to the Big Smoke next season is nailed on. Hefner, beware the big Blue Fluffy Bears. Shy of that who can tell? Jobs are on the line, overtime has dried up, and credit card companies are not as forthcoming as previously. I definitely envision more local gatherings, and it would be good to go see Sproket and Plus ! over Wakefiled way. As ever i am open to suggestion, it is time to get creative...
Monday, January 05, 2009
Bantams 0 Shrews 0
Baz Watch- The first half nearly saw the moment that would have seen the Bazmeister etch himself in the memory of all who saw the game. Just inside 10 minutes, our bullet skulled centre forward got onto the end of a long punt from defence, knocked the ball up and unleashed a pile driver from the edge of his own own penalty area. A sonic boom could be heard as it flew goal wards, only to be hit the inside of the left upright, and across the face of goal to safety. A monumental effort indeed. This inspired a new chant, to the tune of winter wonderland,
"There's only one Barry Conlon, one Barry Conlon,
At fist he was shite, no we think he's alright,
Walking in a Conlon Wonderland"
Of course there are still plenty among the crowd who think he is garbage, but these tend to be the morons who spout such nuggets as "What we need is a Stevie Gerrard type in midfield" or "We need to some decent youngsters." News Flash. We are a skint, bottom tier league football team. Nobody who can get a game in the league above is interested. And while we are it, name me a team, apart from Liverpool wise acres, who wouldn't love a Stevie G? We do get a decent young local lad, and where is he playing? Leeds! Back to Big Baz. He did kind of fade a bit in the second half, but that was because the whole team ran out of ideas. Shrewsbury came for the draw, and were very good defensively. Marks? 7/10
I do have a new guest rating, but the picture is in my phone, and I can't be arsed walking across the living room to get it, so I will post it next week.