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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2013 19:24:46 GMT 1
This is a new group that has appeared on the scene........a bit late in the season, but the kind of excitement they generate at their concerts is compelling. They impale themselves on their own instruments and believe that their music is all conquering, while they slide down the musical scales into a lower key.
This is because they cant hit the high notes, and if they can , they cant sustain them.
The rythmn they generate is definitely down and off the beat.
This Mussolini guy used to play in a few different bands, but he'll never make it as a front man, because he keeps having to have his foot surgically extracted from his mouth.
Their music is African based , it is incestant, and repetitive and would be best suited to a less prominent stage.............
Any comments or additions?
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Post by Blue Star Broon on Apr 3, 2013 19:58:24 GMT 1
By The Fifth Official
(Archive)
Few of us like Monday, but The Fifth Official does, for it brings with it a chance for him to point the finger and laugh. Here he pulls out the pretty, the puzzling and the downright pig-ugly from a week brimming with potential victims.
O'Neill comes up Short
What a weekend in Sunderland. They stage a Nelson Mandela Day on Saturday, then appoint a self-confessed fascist as a manager on Sunday. You couldn't make it up.
I didn't have Ellis Short down as a gambler, but he must have cojones the size of Iceland to parachute the paranormal force that is Paolo Di Canio into Sunderland's grim relegation dogfight. Branded a "managerial hand grenade" by a former colleague, Di Canio has described himself as "a fascist, not a racist" in the past. Pull up a chair, people, and sit back and enjoy the final seven weeks of the season: this could be car-crash viewing. I'll give Sunderland one thing - he'll probably do a better job than Terry Connor.
Di Canio's shot at the big time has come at Martin O'Neill's expense. Notoriously bouncy on the touchline, O'Neill hasn't often resembled his usual ball of nervous energy this season - he's looked more like an ECT patient. You might think a one-goal reverse to the champions-elect isn't worthy of a sacking, but the chasm between the two teams was painfully obvious. O'Neill insisted afterwards that his glass was "three-quarters full", but surely now the glass is not only empty but shattered at the bottom of a grubby skip filled with used nappies.
"The timing is bizarre," croaked amused Geordie Alan Shearer, who has clearly forgotten that he gleefully accepted an eight-game contract on April 1 2009, when Mike Ashley Direct came calling with a JFK-sized SOS.
Di Canio now has seven games to save Sunderland without getting arrested, assaulting anybody or causing an international incident. He and this kind of exposure could offer a potent, hilarious cocktail. His second game is a clash with Pardiola's Newcastle - it may have to be renamed the hubris derby. One thing is for sure, it won't be dull. After all, Di Canio's no Ricky Sbragia, is he?
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