Tears and Nearly Tears

Well this is the first of my new “regular” blogs and it’s still very much in its drawing board stage. I have blogged before but never on a regular basis; hopefully this will change from now on. This is a traditional weblog, but who knows, I might decide to do an audio or video blog in the future. Comments are welcomed – so please feel free to wear your little fingers down to their bones on your keyboards, and communicate, give feedback etcetera.

It’s been a bit of a manic last week or two in this world in which we exist. It’s been a time of tears and nearly tears. Jesse Jackson cried with joy at Barack Obama becoming the first black President of the US of A. Others around him felt so guilty for not crying they squished up their faces so hard in an attempt to try and force something out of their tear ducts. However, there was a distinct lack of liquid being emitted from those gurners...SORRY, the bandwagon’s full; go find something else to weep over. As a side point, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that Obama won; no one was really going to vote for McCain with his short little arms. You can’t have a T-Rex in the White House who can’t even perform basic functions like wiping his own bum ‘ole.

More nearly tears were present in Brazil on Sunday. Lewis Hamilton superbly won the Formula 1 Championship by narrowly finishing 5th on the last corner of the final race of the season – well done that man. Brazilian Felipe Massa, who won the last race of the season (also his home race) thought he had just nicked the Championship from Hamilton in the last few laps – so much so, that the Ferrari team were jumping around with glee until some wise mechanic pointed out that they had only won the race, not the Championship. On the podium Massa seemed overly proud and yet also seemed as if he wanted to cry. It was pure dehydration that prevented him from wailing like a baby with tears rolling down his cheeks... not too dissimilar to a young man first discovering the joy of masturbation, the feeling is there but the evidence is nowhere to be seen – the perfect crime... I’m sure the tears have come by now as he’s had plenty of time to hydrate himself sufficiently.

Back in the UK, Russell Brand and Jonathan Ross were being rather naughty boys on BBC Radio 2. The incident was totally blown out of proportion but I agree it wasn’t exactly classic radio. I’m quite miffed as I listen to the Russell Brand podcast all the time...what am I going to do now...eh?? I’ll just have to wait for the revolution.

At last the new Duke Special album is out, “I Never Thought This Day Would Come” – couldn’t have put it better myself (have been waiting two years). His Irish tones sit so well with both his mellow and jaunty tracks, so distinctive, so addictive. After getting his first album “Songs from the Deep Forest” in November 2006, I barely heard anything else until February 2007. As expected (and hoped), this new one is just as good, so buy it... Jesse Jackson will cry if you don’t, you’ve been warned!

Anyway, enough for now. Next time Gadget.