http://www.justin.tv/boxingzonextra/#/w/640956768/2

Oh you lot are good 

I highly recommend reading the books you cant put them down. 

Now where is the " I'll get me coat " smiley.  Oh and Dawn, Lou said " Send her my love " x

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Brilliant! (Admit it, you love her to bits)

That reminds me of this conversation we had in February.

It's Friday the 12th of February. It's early evening. Lou and I are sitting in the living room. Lou has asked me to do something the following day.
Me: 'I can't, I'm afraid. I'm going into town.'
Lou: 'Why? What do you need to go to town for?'
Me: 'Oh, I have to get some stuff.'
Lou: 'What stuff?'
Me: 'Just some stuff... things.'
Lou: 'What things?'
Me: 'Various things.'
Lou: 'What things?'
Me: 'What does it matter?'
Lou: 'What things?'
Me: 'It's not important what specific things, is it? I have to get things or I wouldn't be cycling into town, would I? All that's relevant here is that I have to go, not the details of the individual items I need to get - there's no point wasting time giving you a big list, when the only significant point is that I need to go to town.'
Lou: 'What things?'
Me: 'Oh, for Christ's sake... Pizzas. I need to buy some pizzas, OK?'
Lou: 'We've got pizzas.'
Me: 'We've got a pizza.'
Lou: 'So? How many do you need?'
Me: 'Several. I want to have several in the fridge.'
Lou: 'Why?'
Me: 'So that we have a stock of them.'
Lou: 'Why?'
Me: 'So that we don't run out, obviously.'
Lou: 'What would happen if we ran out?'
Me: 'I'd have to go to town.'
This flings itself out of my mouth while my higher brain is still racing along behind it frantically waving its arms and shouting, 'Wait! Wait!'
Lou responds with just the tiniest movement of her eyebrows. Absolutely minuscule. Sufficient in size, however, to make me wonder if I could get a UN resolution to have her bombed.
Me: 'I have to get other things too.'
Lou: 'What things?'
Me: 'What the bloody hell does it matter? Why can't I go to town if I want to, for God's sake?'
Lou: 'Why are you being secretive? What are you up to?'
Me: 'I'm not up to anything.'
Lou: 'Yes you are.'
Me: 'Like what?'
Lou: 'I don't know.'
Me: 'Because there isn't anything.'
Lou: 'Yes there is - I can tell.'
Me: 'There isn't.'
Lou: 'You bloody liar.'
Me: 'You bloody mad woman.'
Lou: 'Tell me.'
Me: 'Stop talking now.'
Lou: 'Tell me.'
Me: 'I...'
Lou: 'Tell me.'
I think we've both risen to our feet by this point (it allows for better voice projection).
Me: 'OK! OK! You want to know why I need to go up town, you relentless harridan?!'
Lou: ''Yes! You lying swine!'
Me: 'So I can get your Valentine's Day card! So I can get your bloody Valentine's Day card and give it to you as a nice surprise.
A tiny flicker. It's the merest stutter of hesitation, though, then she's back on track before the beat is really lost.
Lou: 'You don't need to get me a bloody Valentine's Day card!'
(I can't imagine what makes her think she's going to get away with this move - she must be getting old.)
Me: 'Too bad! Because I'm getting you a Valentine's Day card!
Lou: 'THERE'S NO BLOODY NEED!'
Me: 'WELL IT'S GOING TO BLOODY HAPPEN - GET USED TO IT!'
And, indeed, I do go to town, buy her a card. Inside I write, 'Surprise!' I gave it to her on Valentine's Day and she says, 'Thank you,' to me, through gritted teeth. (She gets me one too, by the way - it reads, "I'm not interested in a nice, normal relationship... I like ours better.")

[The TV Remote.]

Nothing keeps a relationship on its toes so much as lively debate. Fortunate, then, that my girlfriend ( Louise ) and I agree on absolutely nothing. At all.

Here for your enjoyment ( I hope ) are a few things we have argued about in the 10 years we have been together.


Where to sit in the cinema. On those occasions when we (a) manage to agree to go to the cinema together and, (b) go to see the same film once we're there. (No, really).

The best way to hang up washing.

I eat two-fingered Kit-Kats like I'd eat any other chocolate bars of that size, i.e., without feeling the need to snap them into two individual fingers first. Lou accused me of doing this, 'deliberately to annoy her'.  
                                                           

She wanted to paint the living room yellow. I, after what seemed a life time but only infact lasted a fortnight won that one. Phew.

                                                             

The TV Remote.

It is only by epic self-discipline on both our parts that we don't argue about the TV Remote to the exclusion of all else. It does the TV Remote a disservice to suggest that it is only the cause of four types of argument, but space, you will understand, is limited so I must concentrate on the main ones.

1) Ownership of the TV Remote: this is signified by its being on the arm of the chair/sofa closest to you - it is more important than life itself.

2) On those blood-freezing occasions when you look up from your seat to discover that the TV Remote is still lying on top of the TV, then one of you must retrieve it; who shall it be? And how will this affect (1)?

3) Disappearance of the TV Remote. Precisely who had it last will be hotly disputed, witnesses may be called. Things can turn very nasty indeed when the person who isn't looking for it is revealed to be unknowingly sitting on it.

4) The TV Remote is a natural nomad and sometimes, may the Lord protect us, it goes missing for whole days. During these dark times, someone must actually, in an entirely literal sense, get up to change the channel; International Law decrees that this, "will not be the person who did it last" - but can this be ascertained? Without the police becoming involved?

Lou thinks I'm vain because... I use a mirror when I shave. During this argument in the bathroom - our fourth most popular location for arguments, it will delight and charm you to learn - Lou proved that shaving with a mirror could only be seen as outrageous narcissism by saying, 'None of the other men I've been with,' (my, but it's all I can do to stop myself hugging her when she begins sentences like that) 'None of the other men I've been with used a mirror to shave.'

'Ha! Difficult to check up on that, isn't it? As all the other men you've been with can now only communicate by blinking their eyes!' I said. Much later. When Lou had left the house.


She really over-reacts whenever she catches me wearing her underwear.

                                                         

The Terror Of Lids:

Yes, the rewards are high, but it's a game where the price of defeat is savage. Sometimes Lou, after grunting with it herself for a collection of 'hnggh's, will hand me a bottle or a jar that has a screw top along with an impatient, 'Open that for me.' If the gods lie content in the skies above England at that moment, then what follows is a rapid flick of my wrist, a delightful 'click-fshhhh' gasp of surrender, and my handing the thing back to her FEELING LIKE A HERO OF NORSE LEGEND. Generally, though, what happens is that I strain for a while and strip the skin off the palm of my hands. Then I wrap the lid in a tea towel and strain some more to equal effect. At this point I'm on to using the jamb of the door as a vice to hold the lid while I twist at the container; Lou will be saying, 'Give it back here, you'll wreck the door,' and I'll be swearing and twisting and saying, 'I'll repaint that bit in a minute.' The fear is upon me. If it's a fizzy thing, you can sometimes puncture the lid to relieve the pressure and then get it open, but you're not often that lucky. 'Give it back,' Lou repeats, reaching around me, trying to take the item from my hands. I swivel away - 'Just a minute' - and desperately twist at the lid again, now not even attempting not to squint up my face as I do so. At last, though, Lou will manage to get the thing back. This is the darkest moment. If she tries again and it remains fastened, then I am saved. 'It's just completely stuck,' I'll say, 'It is. Stop trying now. Stop. Stop it.' However, there are times - and my stomach chills now, even as I write this - when she gets it back and, with one last satanic effort, manages to spin the lid free. A slight smile takes up home on her face.
Me. 'What?'
Lou.'Nothing.'
Me. 'No - what?'
Lou. 'Nothing.'
Me. 'I'd loosened it.'
Lou. 'I didn't say anything.

And I'll have to drag the tiny, damp shreds of my manhood away into the reclusive garage until the slight, slight smile disappears from her some thirty-six hours into the future.

I have other tales about our relationship if you want to read them.  But that will be for another day.

I would like to put a different slant on this post if i may.

Traffic lights.

I hate them !!  Its my firm belief that in most cases traffic flows far far better when they are not working ( broken ).
Some of you may have found yourself sitting in built up traffic at certain times of the day. IE rush hour because the set of traffic light ahead of you
turn green for just about the right time to let 3 vehicles past them.

This video http://www.wimp.com/trafficlights/ shows just how unnecessary some traffic lights can be.

Now I'm not saying all traffic lights are unnecessary. But do we really need all of the ones we have ? .

 

Immense continuous fight scene.  No cuts just one long shot, I think its incredible.

Warning contains violence.

I'm definitely getting myself one of them bells.

Your very welcome.  The myp2p is a good site. Just about everything a sports fan needs on there.  lol.

This seems to be the best one.

http://boxingguru.co.uk/gurutv.html

I recommend the Veetle link. Download Veetle first of course lol.


http://www.myp2p.eu/broadcast.php?matchid=90770&part=sports

The new iPod nano looks good!

http://www.apple.com/uk/ipodnano/

Very handy illustration from Girgy about what the average ipod/apple user is looking for 

But alas it does not tick all of the boxes. Not only that, it is far to small i would definitely lose it. 

I must admit I'm amazed that some are comparing to the 70's and 80's! Footballers are like Gazelles in comparison to footballers of the past and the game is played at a pace no side from that era would live in. IMHO a broken leg is massively more likely now than then regardless of how games were played then.

Spot on.


As for intent, unless there is an open-and-shut case, as with De Jong's challenge on Alonso, then the only person who really knows is the man making the tackle. The Manchester City player has been vilified since his challenge on Ben Arfa, with Newcastle even demanding retrospective punishment, but on first viewing it is easy to see why referee Martin Atkinson let play continue.

It was a good tackle but proving De Jong intended to cause the eventual damage is a tough job.

Where Murphy is absolutely on the mark is with his criticism of players failing to weigh up the potential consequences of their challenges.

He says: "The pace in which some players go into tackles now is ridiculous. There's no brains involved in the players who are doing that.

"I don't believe players are going out to break another player's leg but there has to be some logic and intelligence involved. If you are going at someone at a certain pace and you don't get it right you are going to hurt them."

No names from Murphy but allow me. Step forward Henry, whose challenge against Wigan was everything Murphy was referring to. Uncontrolled, at pace, lacking any semblance of common sense and very fortunate not to result in serious injury for the tumbling Gomez.

Sadly, there have always been bad tackles in football. And the growing acceptance of what some laugh off as the early "reducer" - clumsy code for a hefty challenge usually inflicted on the opposition's most gifted player - is crass.

So is the Premier League too dirty or any dirtier than in the past? Not in my opinion. Is there a problem of growing recklessness from players without thought for what might result from rash tackles? Definitely.

[Mained and shamed]

Mained and shamed
By SHAUN CUSTIS ~ Published: 08/10/2010
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/sport/football/3170428/Danny-Murphy-blames-Tony-Pulis-Sam-Allardyce-and-Mick-McCarthy-for-thuggery-on-the-football-pitch.html

It has turned into a season of ugly, vicious tackles, broken legs and players' careers hanging in the hands of hospital surgeons. The win-at-all-costs culture is threatening to blight the Premier League. Clubs are stamping out the beautiful game in a desperate bid to avoid relegation and the millions of pounds in lost revenue that comes with it. But now one of the top-flight's most respected and senior professionals has found the courage to say 'enough is enough' and in an unprecedented interview has named and shamed the guilty offenders.

Fulham skipper Danny Murphy, a former Liverpool and England midfielder, is outraged by the tactics employed by three clubs in particular - Wolves, Blackburn and Stoke. And he holds their high-profile managers responsible. Murphy said: "Stoke, Blackburn and Wolves, you can say they're doing what they can to win the game. But the fact is that the managers are sending the players out so pumped up that inevitably there are going to be problems. You can look at the players and blame them. But every team has a captain and a manager who is in charge. The thing I think people miss is that it is the managers who dictate what the players do and how they behave. If you have a manager in control of his team, who doesn't allow these things to go on, you have a more disciplined team."

In the last month, Murphy has seen Stoke's Andy Wilkinson produce a horror tackle on Moussa Dembele which Fulham boss Mark Hughes claimed could have finished the Belgian striker's career. There was also Wolves midfielder Karl Henry's challenge on Bobby Zamora, who went off with a broken leg. And the Cottagers claimed El-Hadji Diouf deliberately jumped into keeper Mark Schwarzer before Blackburn scored.

Do you think certain managers openly encourage their players to go in 'hard' on their opposition?.

Media figures such as Alan Hansen and Mark Lawrenson who come from a totally different era when violence on the field was acceptable, offering such pathetic excuses as teams 'Don't like it up 'em'. Don't help.
I can remember one season a few years back during Allardyce's reign at Bolton when after a tempered game vs Arsenal (I think) Kevin Nolan (Bolton captain at the time) had near enough openly admitted after the game that he and the team had been given orders to rough up the opposition by his manager because it would disrupt Arsenals rhythm, admitting to something along the lines of making a 'welcome to the game' type challenge. And all the media at the time could focus on was that Arsenal were 'fragile' and they didn't like it when teams like Bolton got in their face.

We need to get rid of this notion that it's OK to go out and intentionally seek to injure your opponent, that it's OK because breaking someones legs is just a quintessential ( spell check ) part of the English game and the mentality is an acceptable one. The more people that speak out about it from all corners of the league the better.

A quick search says it'll knock you back £350 there or thereabouts for an HTC without contract.

 

Right as i was saying, the Ipod touch. Any good ?

For the amount of time i use my phone i cant justify the ££ for an Iphone. As nice as they seem to be, it would be a waste of money.
How much is a HTC Desire out of curiosity ? To buy not contract by the way.

The free txt'ing from Ipod to Phone has to be a good thing right ? 

I could do with a new phone that much is true. But i hardly use my phone that i have that's why i mentioned the Ipod touch.
I'm open to persuasion if its as good as you say. Kill two birds with one stone so to speak.
Ive found a HTC Desire walkthrough on Youtube. (link here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSh-OH_0Lew ) which i will have a look at.

In the mean time if anyone has the Ipod touch and can give me a quick heads up that would be great.

Cheers.

Paul.