Previewing My Reviews

This post is something of a preemptive strike.  As a blogger, I’ve shied away from reviewing things for one, very simple reason: I’m rubbish at doing it.   There are lots of books, TV shows and podcasts that I would love to give a proper review of, and so in my own small way promote the things that I like (it would be an exceedingly small way – nobody reads this blog).  However, whenever I try and write a review, they tend to fall in to three categories:

1) Things that I can’t stand.  In some ways, these would be the easiest to write a review for – I could just concoct a bile-filled rant, that would be probably be quite fun to do.  I wouldn’t, however, want to come across as one of these people who gets a false sense of superiority by simple slagging something off that isn’t to their particular tastes (anyone who frequents internet forums knows what I am talking about).   Sure, if I was a more intelligent man, I could write a devastating deconstruction of my subject, picking apart where the reviewee has gone terribly wrong.  But I’m not more intelligent than I am, and I can’t be bothered writing about stuff I don’t like; life if too short.

2) Things that I really like.  As I tend to be the only person who I know, who reads the same books, or watches the same programmes that I do, then I tend to spend a bit of time thinking about why I like the things that I particularly like.  In my head I have all the reasons sorted out in to a seemingly cogent argument. If I ever try and express these thoughts though,  they tend to come out as: ‘I like it cos like it’s really dead good.’  Again, this probably comes from a lack of skill and talent on my part. 

3) Things that I think are alright.  These are especially problematic, if I can’t explain how I feel about things I have really strong feelings about, what chance do I have with something I feel indifferently about?  

It gets even more tricky when I think about live comedy (and we finally get to the point of this post).  I go and see live comedy every month or so (generally when a comedian turns up somewhere local), and it’s something I really enjoy.  After the event, I sometimes have a quick search online to see if someone mentions the gig I’ve just been too; they invariably don’t.  It gets me to thinking that maybe I’m the person who should be writing about the gig I’ve just been to, and potentially informing other people about them.  After all,  if you spread the word, and these events become more popular, then there’s always a chance that they’ll become more frequent.   It’s a win-win situation.

The only thing stopping me (apart from being rubbish at reviewing things) is that when it comes to live comedy, I am positively uncritical.  This is not to say that I can’t distinguish between gigs, and which ones are better than others – I’m not completely brain dead.  It’s more that even the poorer gigs I’ve been to have been…well they’ve been alright, and better than staying in and watching TV.   If you see something live, and it’s only mildly entertaining, then at least you’ve had an experience.  I also don’t have the heart to be truly critical of live comedy, I’ve got too much admiration for anyone who gets out there and does it.  You also get the feeling that some comedy ‘experts’  have missed the point; you’ll read a review of a comedy event where you feel like the reviewer is Tim Tyler, The Boy Who Lost His Laugh (I apologise for the obscure reference).  Who wants to go to a comedy show and get distracted by technical details, and whether or not the show is ‘groundbreaking’? Sometimes funny is just funny.

Anyway, I’ve decided to bite the bullet and write ‘reviews’ of any live events I go to.  Just please understand that I’m doing it to provide some evidence that these events actually happened, and that somebody actually attended them. Don’t expect anything particularly critical, and certainly don’t expect anything insightful.  They’ll probably just be a list of facts: date, place, a guesstimate of attendance, whether or not the room was too hot etc etc.  It’s all I can manage.

So in future, and you read a review on this blog and think it is rubbish then know this: I agree.

Wall Of Wonder

In order to give you an insight to the way my mind works, I humbly present my wall of wonder (i.e. the bit of wall next to my desk at work):

The Wall of Wonder

Key:

1. The business card of Mr. Shaun Kelly, probably the best project manager in the world.  It’s a personal souvenir that I cherish.

2. A lovely collage I created from stuff lurking around on my desk.  It includes photographs of Ric Flair, The Hoff and Barry from Eastenders among other stuff.  It’s also covered in coffee, chocolate and coke stains which are there more because I’m a mucky pup rather than for any artistic reasons.

3. A photo of ‘cheeky chappy’ Shaun Costello bearing his catchphrase, “Ooh, I’ve done a bit of a naughty”.

4. The wrapper of an Orbit Complete chewing gum self-laminated using sellotape. There’s no particular reason why I did that.

5. A photo of Joanne sticking her tongue out.

6. A free CD of Cliff Richard celebrating 50 years in show business. He just looks so good for his age, apparently.

7. A print out of a google search for famous Crows. Remarkably, Goot came higher that Sheryl and Russell.

8. A cartoon of Carlos Tevez that I accidentally drew.

9. Nicole, first baby of ITSU.

10. Girls Aloud in school uniform.  Laminated for the girls’ protection.

11. Ticket for “Paul Todd – A Christmas Concert”, last year at Warrington’s Parr Hall

12. The original design for the Pink Panties aftershave bottle.

13. A photo of Wolf (the Gladiator) and Timmy Mallett…together!

14. Flyer for ‘Legends of the Oche’, at Warrington’s Parr Hall.  Why did some darts players get Duncan Norvelle involved? It remains a mystery.

15.  Advert for the pub, The Old Crow. Part of an ongoing investigation in to Goot Crow Industries.

16. A Grange Hill-style blazer badge that I designed just in case I ever run my own school. 

17. The original template for the Andy Rutter’s Stag Do T-shirts. Legendary.

18. The Paul Todd shrine, wheeled out every time he is on leave.

Blumen’ Marvellous

Exciting news! After failing to arrange a trip to The Fat Duck, as he promised, infamous Warrington celebrity “Goot The Crow” has redeemed himself by organising a Heston Blumenthal-style (or Blumenstyle) dinner party.  His menu is a closely guarded secret, but I’ve obtained a description of one of his delectable dishes:

 ”Pony Tail Party” 

A human head is realistically carved from a honey dew melon, sculpted in to the visage of illustrious pony tail wearers (Francis Rossi, Darren Peacock etc).  Individual strands of spaghetti are implanted to the melonious skull and are crafted in to a flowing and lustrous pony tail (secured in place with an asparagus bobble).  Diners are invited to cook each strand of “hair” too their own tastes using a complimentary pair of GHD hair straighteners.  The dish comes served with a pot of chilli & cranberry hair gel.

 

My mouth is watering already, I’ll let you all know how it goes.

Google Me

News just in: Pour Some Gravy On Me is now showing up in Google.

Ok, it’s not really news, and actually is so uninteresting that my eyes are bleeding at the thought of carrying on.  At this rate, it won’t be long before I’m writing about some paint that I saw drying (although that story is actually quite a good one).  

The reason I mention it at all is simple – my posts never used to show up in Google when the blog was over on Blogger.  I’m kind of curious as to why that was, as every hit counts when you get as few as I do, and you’re not going to get many hits if you’re not searchable.  

My favourite search so far is: gravy loving fundamentalists.

West Brom 0 Liverpool 2

West Brom 0 – Liverpool 2

In the end, it turned out to be a good win for the Reds today; the contrast between Liverpool’s muted performance, and West Brom’s fighting spirit was the main feature of the first half hour of the match.  It was only when ‘Geronimo’ Gerrard pounced on a defensive slip that the West Brom’s heads fell a little, and the game become a bit more comfortable. 

This pattern of play was inevitable in a match that the Baggies needed to win to realistically have a chance of survival, and the Liverpool players struggling to get up for what was now a meaningless game.  West Brom had chances to put us under pressure, but the game looked comfortably won as ‘Dangerous’ Dirk Kuyt scored a good solo effort on the hour.  West Brom made a fight of it in the last 15 minutes, and the continued pressure resultied in a bizarre bust up between ‘Crazy’ Jamie Carragher and “Ave a go” Arbeloa.  Let’s hope that the boys kissed and made up afterwards.  The West Brom fans did themselves credit at the end, and stayed to support their players and manager;  there’s no pleasure in relegating a genuine football club.  

On a football related note, I was concerned that I may have come across as somewhat bitter in yesterday’s post (It Is Now).  As it turns out, I needn’t have worried.  Checking out the Liverpool stories on Teamtalk, I came across this story:

http://www.teamtalk.com/football/story/0,16368,1776_5330893,00.html

In it, Rafa basically says that he has to try and buy wisely in the summer as Manchester United have a better, bigger squad than he does, and are in a financially better position to improve.  A pretty reasonable comment I would have said (especially as he will have been asked specifically how he can catch the champions next season).   Then I read the Comments section; apparently I was wrong, Benitez is making outrageous excuses as well as being a unrepentant liar.  I won’t go in to the specifics about what the comments were, and how wrong the majority were – it should be obvious to anyone with half a brain, biased or not.  But, given that most of these remarks come from supporters of a club that’s just won the league, it’s nice to know I’m not the most bitter man in the room.  

It Is Now

Well that’s that: Manchester United 0 – Arsenal 0.   

After securing the single point needed to clinch their third league title in a row, all it leaves me to do is to offer my hearty congratul…..no, sorry, I just can’t bring myself to finish that sentence.

I pride myself at being a pretty magnanimous when it comes to football, but, when push comes to shove, I’m still a biased, over-emotional, tribal football fan.  For instance, I will admit, here in print, that over the last decade Manchester United have been the best football team in the country.   Yes, I’ll admit that, but it causes me actual physical pain to do so.   Sadly, the evidence is so overwhelmingly in support of it being true, that to dispute it would make you an absolute idiot.   And,when you’re an idiot you immediately lose the moral high ground.  

Over the last few weeks, I’ve heard the jibes from United fans on Liverpool’s rapidly evaporating chances of winning the league.   But, in making these petty remarks, they’ve actually revealed their weakness: they’re genuinely worried about us (and by us, I of course mean Liverpool FC).   Put it this way, if you were in a position where only a statistically unlikely slip-up was to stop you winning your third consecutive title, and your 11th in 16 years, what do you have to gain by having a go at supporters of a team who haven’t won the title in 20 years? OK, I understand there is a bitter rivalry and that ‘banter’ is part and parcel of football support, but if you’re in the dominant position and you gloat, aren’t you just dragging yourself right back down with the rest of the also-rans?  It looks suspiciously like a love of your own club isn’t quite enough.

This might sound like sour grapes, but I can say that hand on heart, if the positions were reversed (or even just reversed for this season) that I wouldn’t gloat.  It’s impossible for me to prove, so you’ll just have to trust me.  I’m also aware that if positions were reversed there would be plenty of scouse gloaters.  If I had to guess, I’d say the percentage of gloaters would be lower, but then don’t trust me, I am very biased.  

Meanwhile, over in the merry band of Liverpool fans that I work with, we’ve been basking in the glimmer of hope that results will go our way, and revelling in being involved in a title race after so long.  Yes, I’m gutted that the race is over, and the circumstances of ‘them’ equalling our 18 titles makes it a much bitterer pill to swallow, but ultimately it reveals a truth that is often ignored: being a fan isn’t about your team winning, it’s about being a fan. 

Contrary to current evidence, I’m the sort of supporter that concentrates mainly on his own team, so next time I write about football, I’ll make sure it’s more about Liverpool.. YNWA.

Food Update

A picture speaks a thousand words; is there anything more satisfying than a Toby Carvery?

Gravy 1 God 0

Sadly,  yesterday’s (admittedly half-hearted) prayer for a Wigan win fell on deaf ears.  While Manchester United’s 2-1 win left Liverpool’s chance of winning the league all but gone (and left me feeling despondent), it at least finally proved that God doesn’t exist.  Although, the fact that I secretly believe that Alex Ferguson has struck a deal with the devil somewhat complicates matters.  

On the bright-side, The Almighty still has a chance to redeem him(or her) self.  With Man U only needing 1 point from two games, it would be a genuine miracle if they didn’t get it.  I’d go as far as to say that if there was a 22-man brawl in the upcoming Arsenal – Manchester United game, resulting in a 10-point deduction, then I would happily become a card carrying happy clapper.

 Go on big guy, prove me wrong.

A Prayer

Dear God

I know we haven’t spoken much recently, what with you being imaginary and everything, but it’s time for me to ask for a favour.  I know it’s a bit cheeky and that as a fictional character you don’t really have much power grant wishes; but at this stage, I’m getting desperate. Here goes:

Can you please let Wigan beat Manchester United tonight?

See! It’s pretty simple, and I’m not asking for that much really, am I?  Wouldn’t it be more interesting if Liverpool still had a chance of winning the league on the last day of the season? Aren’t you a sportsman at heart? 

It’s up to you.  If, as expected, Wigan lose, then you’ll simply prove you don’t exist.  Is that what you really want? To be fair, if Wigan do win, then I wouldn’t automatically believe in you, but at the very least you might plant a seed of doubt. 

Anyway, I’m off. Been nice speaking to you.

Yours sincerely

Ste

Holy Gravy?

Can somebody help?  Even though I’ve moved the blog from Blogger to WordPress, I thought I’d leave all the old stuff intact, with it now using a new web address.   I double checked what the new address was by logging on to Blogger and clicking on ‘View Blog’.  What I got was this:

Blogger Blog

Which is what I expected to see.  However, when I logged out and went directly to that web address, it took me directly to:

Bible Blog

What?? How on earth has it taken me to a ‘MEGA-SITE’ of Bible information?? I thought at first that I must have typed the address wrong, but after double (and triple) checking, I was left  more puzzled that ever. Whatever has happened, I’ve narrowed it down to these possibilities:

  • I’m being really stupid and the addresses really are different
  • The internet is broken
  • I’ve been hacked by gravy loving fundamentalists (with the emphasis on the mentalist)
  • I’m being punished for being a heathen

I’m not really sure which one of those I would prefer to be the actual reason.  If you have any suggestions, please let me know.  In the mean time, feel free to follow the link below and see where you end up!

http://poursomegravyonme.blogspot.com/

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