[71] Jon Champion November 24th, 2001 – 1:31pm Posted in Bad Things, Daft No comments

Surely the lamest football commentator of all time, and that includes the fat guy who does Robot Wars. When ITV first got the rights to the Premiership they had the chance to put together a really good team of commentators and reporters. Instead, they’ve stuck with Bob “Eyes Wide Shut” Wilson, who still can’t read an autocue naturally, Barry freakin’ Venison and Jon stinky Champion. He just doesn’t have the… something, that makes Barry Davies and John Motson so good. He sounds do dispassionate that it makes it so much harder to feel at least a little interested in Southampton vs. Derby (for the last six seasons, undoubtedly the ugliest, dullest fixture of the season). Whereas when Motson might say, “Well, that’s extraordinary,” he says it with a bit of enthusiasm and passion, stinky Champion just sounds like he’s reading a script.While on …read more.

[141] Middle-aged women November 8th, 2001 – 5:33pm Posted in Good Things, People, Thoughts No comments

The original write-up of this bit was cringeworthy… so I’ll replace it with this, something only moderately cringeworthy. Yeah, I like older ladies. Not as much as I used to, mainly ’cause I don’t see Barbara at college any more, but they’re still ace. I went to my cousin’s party last week and got Dawn’s number on the second seperate occasion. She’s a right slag, though I’ve no intention of doing anything about it. Flirting with her (she’s in her mid-30s) was, for some reason, less excruciating than with someone my own age – it just felt, kind of, more like a joke. It was almost fun. Whereas with a younger woman, I never do it, because it feels ridiculous and silly.

So here’s to middle-aged women (pretty ones, of course), and the warm, cosy haven they are.