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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Mon, 13 Feb 2012 15:38:56 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Blog</title><subtitle>Blog</subtitle><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2011-08-05T08:29:53Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Seven - The Hundred Acre Wood Cut</title><category term="Humour"/><category term="brad pitt"/><category term="hundred acre wood"/><category term="kevin spacey"/><category term="morgan freeman"/><category term="owl"/><category term="pooh bear"/><category term="se7en"/><category term="seven"/><category term="winnie the pooh"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2011/8/5/seven-the-hundred-acre-wood-cut.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2011/8/5/seven-the-hundred-acre-wood-cut.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2011-08-05T05:07:59Z</published><updated>2011-08-05T05:07:59Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>I've been musing for a little while...pondering if you will, about films that I enjoy. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114369/" target="_blank">Seven</a> (sometimes spelt Se7en by clever marketing types) is a particularly good thriller starring Morgan Freeman, Brad "Bradley" Pitt and Kevin Spacey and it's directed by David Fincher of The Social Network, Benjamin Button...and Alien 3...fame.</p>
<p>Whilst this film is great to begin with, I couldn't help wondering - "What if it was MORE than great?" and in my mind the only way to do that is obvious.</p>
<p>Re-shoot the film, exchanging the old cast members with characters exclusively from the world of Winnie the Pooh.</p>
<p>Now, I know what you're thinking...they'd never be able to to force Piglet to the negotation table as his wage demands are extortionate but, please, hear me out!</p>
<p>So, let's take the principal characters...</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Detective Lt. William Somerset</span> </strong>(Morgan Freeman)</p>
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<p>Somerset is a seasoned veteran, in fact, not only does he conform to that particular stereotype, he is also about a day away from retirement ensuring he conforms to at least two cop drama stereotypes. He's seen it all and in the process of doing all of that seeing, he has become bitterly bitter and probably a tad bit depressed to boot. He never had kids, because the world is too terrible a place to birth a child into (though &nbsp;maybe if he did his job a little better...I'm just saying!)</p>
<p>Who better to play this wise old bird than the lore keeper and resident spelling bee champion of the Hundred Acre Wood - Owl.</p>
<p>Owl would make an excellent Somerset. Wisened by years of toil and close to the point of resting his claws in his treetop penthouse, his own circumstances practically parallel those of Somerset. Plus, his reading voice is also top notch, something Christopher Robin often points out. If anyone in the woods could step into Morgan Freeman's shoes, it's Owl. Except, well the shoes wouldn't fit would they as he has bird claws...but, it's a metaphor so it works regardless.</p>
<p><strong>Key Moments: </strong>Picture Owl trying calling Mills "Stupid" or researching the seven deadly sins in the library. You know it works.</p>
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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Detective David Mills</span> </strong>(Bradley Pitts)</p>
<p>Mills is a loose cannon, a renegade. A livewire maverick at the best of times, a whiny irrational pot of rage at the worst. However, he is somewhat of a badass. A gun looks good in his hands and he looks like he knows how to use the damn thing. Mills wants to get the job done and<span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/Seven.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1312519858798" alt="" /></span></span>&nbsp;he&nbsp;wants to prove to others that he has what it takes to do it. He wants to make a difference, to make the city a little bit brighter. He also has Gwyneth Paltrow as a wife in this, which is probably the only thing keeping him from enraging for most of the film...though, it all ends in tears - WHAT'S IN THE BOX?! etc.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 100px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/disneys-tigger.gif?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1312520783526" alt="" /></span></span>So who could play Mills? Who is the only person in the entire hundred acres of woodland that has the energy and intensity required for this role? Simple answer, really. Tigger.&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;Tigger is easily the most loose of the Wood's cannons, he's also the only member of the group with any real badass qualities. And no, before you say it, Eeyore does not qualify on the basis that he IS an ass. No loopholes please.</p>
<p><strong>Key Moment:&nbsp;</strong>Just imagine Tigger saying "What's in the box?!" and you will know I am right.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">John Doe</span></strong> (Kevin Spacey)</p>
<p>John Doe is a psychopathic serial killer, who doubles as a member of the press. What more could I possibly add to "psycopathic serial killer"? Well...for a start, he removes the skin on his fingertips to ensure he leaves no fingerprints anywhere, including his own home. He has a neon cross<span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 225px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/kevin-spacey-seven-7.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1312520166758" alt="" /></span></span>&nbsp;above his bed and he kills people in increasingly gruesome ways. He's quiet, but opinionated and remarkably well read. He's also a man with a plan, albeit a disgustingly peverse plan.</p>
<p>Who could possibly play him, I wonder? Piglet? No...too small, it just wouldn't work on a physical level, given he needs to hold a gun to people's heads at certain points in the film...No, it can only be one person.</p>
<p>Winni<span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 225px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/winnie%20the%20pooh4.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1312520637046" alt="" /></span></span>e the Pooh himself.</p>
<p>Now hear me out! I know Winnie isn't accustomed to the villanous role but...I think he'd work great as John Doe with his affable voice, very calming. He could play the deadpan religious nut perfectly. He's quiet enough for you to wonder...what DOES he get up to in his spare time...</p>
<p><strong>Key Moment: </strong>The part where John Doe confronts the men hunting him, gaining their attention by yelling <a href="http://youtu.be/jlxvzdlCWWo" target="_blank">"DETECTIIIIIIIIIIVE!"</a></p>
<p>Come on guys! I challenge you to go and watch Seven and think of the scene playing out with Winnie, Tigger and Owl delivering the lines. You won't regret it and if you do, then your feelings are lying to you and you should probably go to the doctor and get it seen to. GOOD DAY!</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>What Have I Been Up To?</title><category term="Blog"/><category term="Creative Writing"/><category term="General"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2011/7/9/what-have-i-been-up-to.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2011/7/9/what-have-i-been-up-to.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2011-07-09T13:21:21Z</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:21:21Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>Greetings to all, friend, foe and non-human changeling alike!</p>
<p>It's been a long while since I have typed words on these hallowed pages and the simple reason is that I have been a busy boy (contrary to popular belief). Most, if not all of you are now undoubtedly screaming/internally voicing the words: "What the ruddy hell have you been up to?" and I say to you: "Fear not! Answers will be given in the dueness of course."</p>
<p>So with our little bit of dialog out of the way, let's crack on with the <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/meat.jpg" target="_blank">meat of the dish</a>, shall we?</p>
<p><strong>I have been writing!</strong></p>
<p>This is true. I have near enough completed my MA in Creative Writing and a large chunk of my time in the past year has been taken up in writing little ditties and short stories and of course, planning my first novel. I've expanded my horizons, read new things and written new things - heck, I've even written some poetry! I've enjoyed the hell out of it all and I'm happy to report that I've been selected to be included in London Metropolitan University's annual Creative Writing anthology in both the poetry and short story categories (baby steps, folks! baby steps!) I've also fulfilled a little dream and finally visited the USA, or more specifically, Chicago - city of dreams (Go Cubs!)</p>
<p>As the course draws to a close - I'm working on my dissertation - I have got more free time, but also, more importantly, I need to focus more on my writing in a personal sense which &nbsp;means that I will be devoting much more time to posting on (and hopefully expanding) this here blog/site/thing of mine. I've yet to decide whether it's feasible to put some samples of my creative work on here, I'd like to but it may make the pieces "less meaningful" from a "publishing" standpoint...or something along those lines. I'd also like to take the opportunity to write some more "blog" like posts on here rather than just random things from the darker reaches of my brain, so...yeah...more of that.</p>
<p>In short: I WILL BE WRITING MORE STUFF HERE.</p>
<p><strong>What else will I be doing?</strong></p>
<p>A good question, well thought of and brilliantly asked! I will be working, you know...to pay those bills and I will be indulging in a lot of gaming, which is my wont...and I will be continuing my endless search for the perfect jam roly poly. A search which has taken me across the galaxy and through several alternate dimensions so far and it is something which I thoroughly reccomend to anyone and everyone out there (unless you have an allergy to custard, in which case - you have my sympathies).</p>
<p>What I need you to do is to keep on reading, maybe comment, maybe pass things along...you know how it is...a guy's gotta get read!</p>
<p>Keep watching those stars! And many other slightly uplifting closing messages,</p>
<p>Tom</p>
<p>(P.S. <a href="http://youtu.be/E3OpgwpgqXA" target="_blank">This</a> is probably how you reacted to this news. Or at least in a similar fashion...Don't lie!)</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>SPAM: URGENT NEWS FROM IRAQ!!!</title><category term="Humour"/><category term="herman r hansley"/><category term="iraq"/><category term="spam mail"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2011/2/3/spam-urgent-news-from-iraq.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2011/2/3/spam-urgent-news-from-iraq.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2011-02-03T00:59:48Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:59:48Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>Hello you.</p>
<p>I often check my Spam mail for interesting little ditties. Today however, I recieved a special present...which I will share with you, as I like you a lot. This is a genuine email within my Spam folder, presented exactly as I received it.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>From Herman Hansley</p>
<p>Camp MXP-512 Third Infantry Division<br />UnitT.I.D.U,<br />Abul Uruj, Baghdad, Iraq.<br /><br />I am Herman R Hansley, a native of Iraq. &nbsp;I am a Military Contractor with the America troop currently serving in the third infantry division Unit in Iraq.<br /><br />I am currently on duty break. My partner Darren D. Braswell,36, of Riverdale, Ga., died Jan. 7th near TalAfar, Iraq, when the UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter in which he was a Passenger crashed. Braswell worked For the Army and Air Force Exchange Service, before his death We secretly moved some abandoned cash in a mansion belonging to the &nbsp;former president, Saddam Hussein and the total cash is US$20,200,000.00 Twenty Million two hundred thousand Dollars.<br /><br />As I write this letter to you, these boxes are in Security Company as I secretly moved it out of Baghdad to safe place.<br /><br />Sir I seek your consent to help me move this money to your country location.<br /><br />You do not have to be afraid of anything as no one else knows about this and everything is safe. I would be pleased and grateful to you if you could assist me and my late partner &nbsp;Darren D. Braswel in receiving this boxes for us on your behalf as I will be heading back soon to camp in Iraq to join my colleagues. Of course, I shall compensate you with an attractive percent of the total funds for your role/efforts. We have limited time now as you know that our evacuation agreement is been negotiated by the USA and IRAQI government, kindly get back to me immediately.<br /><br />Moving the funds out of the security company is not going to be much of a problem as arrangements are being made towards that. All I want from you is your trust,<br /><br />Please get back to me with your full name<br />Contact phone number<br /><br />Preferable without delay and let&rsquo;s negotiate terms.<br /><br />Your response will determine our subsequent correspondence.<br /><br />You can read more on this website for more information and explanations:&nbsp;<a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/2988455.stm" target="_blank">http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/2988455.stm</a><br /><br />Yours in Service.<br />Herman R Hansley</p>
</blockquote>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Just wanted to share that with you all, you special people.</p>
<p>Yours in Service</p>
<p>Thomas A Yeates</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>2002...Dunn...</title><category term="Humour"/><category term="MC Romeo"/><category term="Oxide and Neutrino"/><category term="Rant"/><category term="So Solid Crew"/><category term="UK Garage"/><category term="humour"/><category term="rant"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/8/20/2002dunn.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/8/20/2002dunn.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2010-08-20T14:23:02Z</published><updated>2010-08-20T14:23:02Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>I'm going to carry on the musical theme of my last post and discuss a topic that has troubled me lately. No, not the intracicies of mollusc politics...nor indeed the unique difficulties of mountain goat space travel (how to design a pressure suit to accomodate horns for example). No, today I want to talk about self indulgence - well...kind of, in a roundabout way.</p>
<p>I want us to travel back to 2002. Remember it? It started on a Tuesday? It was National Science Year here in the UK? No? It was one of those funny palindrome years (it appears the same in reverse)? Still not clicking? Well, it had some notable events in it...the invasion of Afghanistan....the World Cup was held in South Korea and Japan and of course, Whoopi Goldberg hosted the Academy Awards. It was a big year really - probably because it was also the year that MC Romeo from So Solid Crew released his debut solo effort - "Romeo Dunn".</p>
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<p>Now you remember 2002! Excellent! Yes, yes it was a mighty year amongst years! A true lion in amongst the house cats! A heavyweight boxer in a room full of small weedy, wispy types. It's also the year that everybodies favourite member of UK Garage group, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/So_Solid_Crew" target="_blank">So Solid Crew</a> - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MC_Romeo" target="_blank">MC Romeo</a>, decided to put out a solo effort. The stage had been set by So Solid's meteoric rise to fame during that godawful explosion of Garage and Garage fuelled attempts at "Hip Hop" in the years previous. Indeed the late 90's and early "Noughties" brought us such "gems" as: "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRCBy8hrOIM" target="_blank">21 Seconds</a>", "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hA7_DD8-IqM" target="_blank">They Don't Know</a>", "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrNUnxnh7q4" target="_blank">Up Middle Finge</a>r", <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RTt7k6dtVE" target="_blank">"Champagne Dance"</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZ-27rdwJPs" target="_blank">"Bound 4 Da Reload"</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SY8f5mQkrZ0" target="_blank">"No Good 4 Me"</a> and that freaking DJ Pied Piper turd - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpx7IWPda8A" target="_blank">"Do You Really Like It"</a>.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/romeo.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1282313610854" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">Nice...shiny jeans there Romeo...</span></span>I would compare the state of the UK Charts around this era to be that of a living room after an obnoxious teenager's party. The kind of party that is thrown once his/her parents have gone away for a week or two. All the furniture is broken, and most of the ornaments have&nbsp;received&nbsp;some kind of&nbsp;fundamental&nbsp;damage. There's vomit behind the couch that has been there for three days and the beloved family cat has died from malnutrition and alcohol poisoning. Oxide and Neutrino (coincidentally also members of the So Solid "family"), So Solid Crew themselves, <a href="http://www.grimepedia.co.uk/wiki/Pay_As_U_Go_Cartel" target="_blank">Pay As You Go Cartel</a> (a group that based their names around not having a contract on your mobile phone, whilst at the same time not genuinely being a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartel" target="_blank">"cartel"</a> at all) and the innumerate other hilariously named acts to emerge from their distended pools of excrement around this time managed to easily overwhelm the hearts and minds of the masses with their deep and thought provoking music often discussing such topics as: making money, having a lot of people in their group, said group of people owning "gats" or other weapons, having carnal relations with YOUR woman because they make so much "dough" and possess multiple Audi TTs, getting into VIP sections of clubs and girls looking really, really nice.</p>
<p>So...what do I want to say about "Romeo Dunn" the gravelly voiced MC's first single which peaked at #3 in the UK Singles chart? Well, of course I wanted to tell you that it's utterly, utterly hilarious. It's one of the single most self-indulgent songs I have ever heard. Just listen to it!</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Romeo,&nbsp;<br />Hes the type of guy that you wanna be with.&nbsp;<br />Romeo,&nbsp;<br />Hes the kind that you know you can creep with.&nbsp;<br />Romeo,&nbsp;<br />Hes the type of guy that you wanna get deep with.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>So...it's a song...about how supposedly amazing MC Romeo is as a person. More specifically, it's about how he's definitely the kind of guy that the ladies want to get to know...perhaps on a permanent basis. Why would you write this?! Also, why would you listen to it and immediately think..."You know what...I'm going to accept this track's judgement and consider this seriously". Who is the audience for this song? People who will literally pay no attention whatsoever to lyrical content? If so, why put lyrics in the song at all? What does "creeping" with someone involve? Careful stepping? Sneaking? Does Romeo excel at this? The thought processes involved in the creation of this bile have baffled me for years. Amazingly, the song only gets worse...</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Take away 2 from 3, that leaves me,&nbsp;<br />I'll leave you running wet just like the sea,&nbsp;<br />If there's a door give me the key,&nbsp;<br />I'll push it in, twist it around and run free,&nbsp;<br />Mmmm,&nbsp;<br />Give me the number to your mobile phone,&nbsp;<br />So I can send you a mobile tone,&nbsp;<br />While you're at it give me the keys and address to your home,&nbsp;<br />People call me Romeo, you can call me Ro Me Yo.&nbsp;<br />You look hot like Jamaica,&nbsp;<br />I'll strip off your underwear cos I'm the undertaker,&nbsp;<br />Romeo original first move maker,&nbsp;<br />When you see the girls bumpa, shaker,&nbsp;<br />I'm telling ya, I'm feeling ya when I'm stealing ya,&nbsp;<br />From the fella at home that's mistreating ya,&nbsp;<br />Fellas dont forget how much a woman's worth to ya,&nbsp;<br />A woman went through pain and gave birth to ya.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>This "verse" is perhaps one of the single worst pieces of writing ever. It's completely horrific. He sat there and wrote that. Imagine him at his desk or whatever work space he might use, writing that...It BEGGARS BELIEF!!!!!! If I take away 2 from 3, that leaves 1. 2-3 does not = "Me". Also, I love how he has to stick to the most obvious and formulaic comparisons possible - "hot like Jamaica" and "wet just like the sea". Was this written by a three year old? Was this "ghost written"? Ladies also need to take note, if you give him your mobile phone number he will send you a "mobile tone"...not a text, or even an MMS he will send you a "tone"...what is this? Is it morse code? Is it a ringtone of one of his songs? You know...there's so many things wrong with this verse that I cannot possibly talk about them all so I will simply leave it there for you to browse at your leisure and pick out points of your own.</p>
<p>So...MC Romeo - Romeo Dunn has to go down as perhaps the&nbsp;beginning of the&nbsp;welcome death of UK Garage. Like an old, diseased and unwanted Horse the craze was hobbling around making awful noises and simply begging to be put out of its misery. Romeo steps up and delivers the first blow with great aplomb but reminding you always that:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Now I'm riding in big cars, rolling with big superstars,&nbsp;<br />Smoking till my eyes go red like the colour of Mars.</p>
</blockquote>
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<p>Do I need to say any more? Probably not...so I'll use a <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/mars.jpg" target="_blank">picture instead.</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Backstreet Boys Lack Standards...</title><category term="1997"/><category term="As Long As You Love Me"/><category term="Backstreet Boys"/><category term="Humour"/><category term="humour"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/8/9/the-backstreet-boys-lack-standards.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/8/9/the-backstreet-boys-lack-standards.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2010-08-09T11:00:08Z</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:00:08Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>It's been a while. Yes...I know...Ok...Yeah...Uh-huh...What do you mean there's someone else?!?!?! WE WERE ON A BREAK!!!! Etc etc. Are you finished? Good.</p>
<p>So yeah, I'm back and this time...it's personal...Well, no it isn't...but it sounds better if it is!</p>
<p>Hello you!</p>
<p>Today I'd like to bring a few things to your immediate attention. Firstly, have you ever considered the possibility of adopting a giant man sized crab as a pet? If so, what were your eventual conclusions? If you're anything like me - which is unlikely as I just simply wouldn't allow it - you probably thought it was a cool idea at first but were peturbed by the thought of rising costs of crab care coupled with the rising cost of living. I know...I'm feeling the financial burn too.</p>
<p>Secondly, and more importantly - it has become clear to me that "The Backstreet Boys" - the boy band sensation which conquered global airwaves, hearts, minds and coincidentally, vast swathes of territory in East Asia - have extremely low standards. The best example of this terrible lack of judgement, common sense and indeed uncommon sense is their 1997 smash hit - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o-i1exXUO0" target="_blank">"As Long As You Love Me"</a></p>
<p>The song discusses the feelings of supposedly all of "The Boys" - as they basically tell the subject of the song that they:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"Dont care who you are</p>
<p>Where you're from</p>
<p>What you did</p>
<p>Just as long as you love me"</p>
</blockquote>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/backstreetboys.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1281321842198" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">They just don't care...</span></span>So, am I to believe that it doesn't matter what this person did?! What if they murdered any one of the boys parents/other loved ones?! What if the person in question had slaughtered an entire zoo's worth of animals and bathed in the gore?! What if they had admitted LIKING <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/michael-moore-pizza1.jpg" target="_blank">Michael Moore</a>?! Think of the possible things the person could have done but yet, our pals The Backstreet Boys don't care as long as they love them in return. I mean...I'm all for the idea of unconditional love and all but...there are limits and boundaries you know.</p>
<p>They also don't care where the person is from. What if they are from Hell? Sent to corrupt mankind and bring about the End of Days. Is that ok? Is that an OK place to be from A.J Mclean?! Is it alright to love a demon from the other side, sent to destroy us all, Howie? I won't even bother to ask what Brian and Kevin think...and as for <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/nickcarter.jpg" target="_blank">Nick Carter</a>...well...the less said about him, the better!</p>
<blockquote>
<p>"People say I'm crazy and that</p>
<p>I am blind"</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Well...that's just kind of harsh and a bit discriminatory to be honest, you should probably have reported that one guys...though I guess it was 1997 and we all know those were more...closed minded times.</p>
<p>It then struck me, like a lightning bolt or freight train (whichever you prefer to imagine) that they're called "The Backstreet Boys". Think about it guys! Does<span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/backstreet.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1281321807210" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">Doesn't exactly look inviting...</span></span>&nbsp;ANYTHING GOOD ever come from the BACKSTREETS?! It's a shady place to be at best and no amount of quaint little diners or possible impromptu beatboxing competitions will ever remove the images of drunken back alley urination, illicit black market organ selling or muggings that the word "backstreet" brings to mind. Be honest people, you wouldn't want to travel through backstreets that often, they just aren't very welcoming places!</p>
<p>I tell you what, it's a bloody good job I'm around to think of these things - think of all the corruption I have averted with these powerful words. I mean, I've probably just saved the world....</p>
<p>YOU'RE WELCOME!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Resident Weevil...</title><category term="Haley Joel Osment"/><category term="Humour"/><category term="Lee Ryan"/><category term="Mischa Barton"/><category term="Resident Evil"/><category term="Resident Weevil"/><category term="Weevil"/><category term="humour"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/5/14/resident-weevil.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/5/14/resident-weevil.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2010-05-14T17:29:19Z</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:29:19Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>I awoke in a sudden rush of excitement last night...A brainwave of epic proportions had seized me halfway through a dream about Mariah Carey joining Kiss and getting booed off stage....You know what? I've only gone and ruddy created a best selling franchise!</p>
<p>Big claim I know, but hear me out people, hear me out!</p>
<p><strong>Resident Weevil</strong></p>
<p>Yes, you read that correctly, Resident Weevil is the title - but what of the content of this masterpiece?! Well, it's relatively straight forward. Inspired by the top selling Resident Evil franchise of games and movies, Resident Weevil follows the exploits of a group of elite operatives investigating a rickety old house on the <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/moors.jpg" target="_blank">Yorkshire Moors</a>. Initially investigating out of pure, inane curiosity, the agents soon discover that this creaky old house is actually a sprawling research facility gone badly wrong. The scientists are all dead and their experiments rule the proverbial roost. Of course, this is where it gets interesting and I consider this to be the franchises "Unique Selling Point" (USP for those in the business world, that's a nod to you there!) - the enemy is a mutated versions of several varieties of Weevil.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/weevil.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/weevil.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1273861148017" alt="" /></a></span></span>As Wikipedia kindly tells me, "a weevil is any beetle from the Curculionoidea superfamily. They are usually small, less than 6 millimetres (0.24 in), and herbivorous." At first the word "Curculionoidea" flummoxed me, given that it has "no idea" at the end. A playful joke from a rogue Wikipedia editor? Or a joke from some mad boffin, given the task of coming up with a name for this weevil "super family" - a concept that is amazing in itself...like Superman, Superwoman and two super kids, Superboy and Supergirl? (Note to self: Explore "Superfamily" concept). Oh yeah, back to what I was saying - The mutated Weevils have gone wild and fill the halls and corridors of this top secret biological research facility, smashing through windows at inopportune moments and causing as many "brown trouser" moments as they can to deterr our intrepid/overly persistant heroes from reaching the Queen Weevil and ending their reign of terror.</p>
<p>Naturally, their herbivorous nature has been overridden by an insane lust for living flesh - especially human flesh and there are many varieties to encounter - from flying weevils, to weevils with massive snapping pincers and a brief cameo from a huge long nosed weevil. I think there are literally large cloth sacks full of potential in this. Start off with the debut game from Weevil Studios - "Resident Weevil" and the accompanying prequel novel "Resident Weevil: Weevils Gone Bad" and move straight into the movie adaptations. I'm already thinking of casting <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/leeryan02.jpg" target="_blank">Lee Ryan from Blue</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;and <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/MischaBarton.jpg" target="_blank">Mischa Barton</a> in the lead roles of "Jerry Doolan" and "Agatha McTavish" respectively and probably going to have <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/haleyjoelosment.jpg" target="_blank">Haley Joel Osment</a> cast as a Weevil/Human hybrid, hell bent on destroying the special team - mostly a budget consideration as I don't think he'll need much CGI work doing.</p>
<p>Think of the possibilities! The Weevils in the rickety old house/massive research facility are defeated, but many weevils have fled to the nearby city of Foxville, sparking panic and of course tremendous amounts of <strong>DEATH</strong>&nbsp;on new cop, Leroy's first day. Moving on from there is a new version of the Human/Weevil hybrid unleashed upon the city...Then the franchise will undoubtedly close with the team going international to investigate disturbing weevil sightings in farflung locales such as Plymouth, or perhaps even somewhere in Wales! I'm thinking I can probably earn at least...ten billion? <strong>TWENTY BILLION?</strong> Probably more, especially if I forget all about ridiculous concepts like "quality" and "good dialogue" and that eternal bugbear - "good acting"!</p>
<p>All I have to say now is that if you want to be part of the Resident Weevil team, leave a comment/suggestion/one of those DISGUSTING <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/potter_memoryvial.jpg" target="_blank">silvery white thought/memory things</a> they pull out of their heads in Harry Potter, at the bottom and we can talk business. Or add me on Twitter or whatever.</p>
<p>"RESIDENT...WEEVIL....TWO"</p>
<p>Well, if this isn't the best creative decision I have ever taken, then you can call me Susanne and dance round a maypole out of season! <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/zombiespiderman.jpg" target="_blank">We all know what happens if you do that....</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Going Loco...</title><category term="Acapulco"/><category term="Four Tops"/><category term="Humour"/><category term="Loco"/><category term="humour"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/5/12/going-loco.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/5/12/going-loco.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2010-05-12T15:13:06Z</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:13:06Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>I'm going to tell you all a tale that I have never dared tell anyone before...</p>
<p>Yes, all of you. Even Little Moe with the gimpy leg...</p>
<p>It was a few years back, during my stint as a&nbsp;Behavioral&nbsp;Scientist/Criminal Psychologist/Special Agent Detective Guy. Due to an argument with top brass over the way I dealt with cases - ie. like a complete maverick bad-ass, I was assigned to a desk job...until a case came up that demanded someone who could think outside the box, and also charm the ladies.</p>
<p>There had been repeated instances of mental breakdown leading to mass murder and/or indecent exposure down in Acapulco, Mexico. Since we were operating an "exchange" with our pals over in the Mexican super crime fighting force, and none of them had a clue what was going on, they demanded my presence. Eager to escape the comfy, padded shackles of my despicable, unwanted desk job - I grabbed my trench coat and set off immediately.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/loco-destructo.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1273679202480" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">IT COULD BE YOU NEXT!!!</span></span>The case was baffling. The killers, all unrelated and with no history of mental illness - had apparently just gone completely postal. There were terrible scenes, bodies hacked to pieces with sharpened parasol umbrellas or stuck like pin cushions with cocktail sticks...and I don't think a night goes by when I don't have a nightmare about what was done with all those glow sticks....There was no pattern to the madness, seemingly no links between the assailants and their victims, it just didn't make any sense. It took me several hours of filming montage footage of myself looking at clues to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dASqLXiuomY" target="_blank">"Axel F"</a> and one shot of absinthe for me to have the sudden breakthrough I needed.</p>
<p>I stormed into the briefing room, after having assembled the team of world class investigators together. I had them all sit down, after saying "Goooooood Moooorning Mr. Yeates" in that low, monotone drone that school children all do - purely for my own amusement and then I spread my hands flat on the desk surface, looked the room in the proverbial eye and said:</p>
<p>"They're going Loco...down in Acapulco"</p>
<p>This sudden announcement drew some sniggers, chortles and at least one minor guffaw. They just weren't sure what I was getting at! So I played them the song, the 1988 hit <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weGiFoK4JeI" target="_blank">"Loco In Acapulco" from the Four Tops</a>. Now there was some sighs, a hefty dose of eye rolling and out right questioning of my sanity.</p>
<p>But the facts were clear. The jigsaw pieces had been assembled, the bent pieces replaced and all of it assembled to form a picture. A picture saying: "Each of the killers had spent 6 months and 1 day here in Acapulco. They simply spent TOO long there. Because as The Four Tops tried to tell the world in 1988 - "Going loco, down in Acapulco...if you stay too long. Yes, you'll be going loco, down in Acapulco - the magic there is so strong""</p>
<p>As it turns out, The Four Tops, themselves a set of amateur forensic specialists in their spare time - discovered the fabled curse of Acapulco during a tour of the Pacific back in 1987. Haunted by their discovery, they left and tried to go public with the news. The Mexican government managed to silence them to protect its economy but they were able to spread the word through the majesty of song. However, the world&nbsp;interpreted&nbsp;it merely as an uplifting, "feel good" summer holiday anthem and it actually made more people want to visit Acapulco. "It was probably a mistake to write such an upbeat record, in hindsight", one of them informed me.</p>
<p>Anyway, case wrapped up, I decided to quit the job and go out on top of my game. The pension scheme wasn't the best, but I did get a complimentary <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/winnebago.jpg" target="_blank">Winnebago</a> and a new pair of slippers. But...it's just not enough to wash my mind's eye of the horrific things I witnessed down in Acapulco. I'm not sure anything can...Oh, what happened to Mexico when the case was solved? Well, they painted me as a madman in the press, drew amusing cartoons of me and the Four Tops as part of some demonic cult (It's a book club, nothing more!) and also accused me of having a&nbsp;<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faberg%C3%A9_egg" target="_blank">Faberg&eacute;&nbsp;egg habit</a>. Which I don't - I just think they make excellent decorations and I like objects of historical significance, OK?!</p>
<p>So in closing I would like to remind you that, when visiting Acapulco, 6 months is the limit. Stay a day longer and you find yourself waking up, covered in blood, surrounded by screams and only able to smell coconut, which is not an ideal scenario. If it happens to you, don't say I didn't warn you because...I just did. No really, I did! Didn't you read anything I said?!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Every Little Step...</title><category term="1988"/><category term="80's"/><category term="Bobby Brown"/><category term="Humour"/><category term="humour"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/4/29/every-little-step.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/4/29/every-little-step.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2010-04-29T16:48:39Z</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:48:39Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p><em>"Every little step I take...you will be there...</em></p>
<p><em>Every little step I make...we'll be together"</em></p>
<p>That's right everyone...it's that time of the year - Bobby Brown Time. What? You didn't know?! I find that hard to believe...Unless you've been living <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/neptune_voy2.jpg" target="_blank">ON NEPTUNE</a> for the past lifetime, you should be aware that the 29th of April is a time when we, as a species stop and listen to the music of Bobby Brown and discuss his ups and many, many downs in an effort to both feel nostalgic about the quaint days of old and also to make us feel better as people, thanking any sort of higher power that we are not Bobby Brown ourselves... Now please, consult the following music video and re-immerse yourself in this 1988 "classic".</p>
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<p>Yeah. Now we're talking! B Brown! You know!! He did the song for Ghostbusters 2 right? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Dw763DLEKY" target="_blank">"On Our Own"</a>? He's got a large amount of pop culture points as a result of facts like these. Remember that awful Britney song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3Ia-hcBf3w" target="_blank">"My Prerogative"</a>? No? Me either...but that was a Bobby Brown cover...and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlZAP7zzVC0" target="_blank">"2 Can Play That Game"</a> is etched so deep into my brain that hearing the first two seconds is enough to send me into veritable floods of pathetic nostalgia about my childhood and the ways in which things have changed since "my day"...and I'm just 23 years old.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/2949573.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1272562723972" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">What a charmer!</span></span>Ahhh Bobby, you little scamp...Just look at the dance moves, his warped sense of machismo and the way he scowls at you whilst telling you that he "can't sleep at night"...I guess what I really wanted to say, that surely Bobby Brown, or "Big B", "Double B", or simply "Bob" as I call him, has to be one of the defining examples of everything that was both wrong and right with the 1980's.&nbsp;Awful hair and indeed awful image in general, grim&nbsp;demeanor, clear signs of psychosis (<a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/Whitney-Houston-hooked.jpg" target="_blank">we all know how the Bobby Brown and Whitney story ended</a>) and strange "chipmunk" vocal tracks on one side... but "zany" dance moves, that instantly identifiable sound that is completely unique to music of this era and of course, the Ghostbusters...</p>
<p>I thought about going back in time to the 80's once, but then I decided that women with excessive reliance on <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/alexis.jpg" target="_blank">shoulder pads</a> and the possibility that I might bump into <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/shalamar.jpg" target="_blank">Shalamar</a>&nbsp;proved to be reasons enough to leave the 1980's well enough alone, as far as time travel is concerned at least. For now I think I will be content to listen to Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl" on loop or do ridiculously loud, over the top versions of "Any Way You Want It" by Journey...you know like...at the library, everyone is dilligently working or reading and you BURST through the glass door screaming "ANY WAY YOU WANT IT! THAT'S THE WAY YOU NEED IT!" and then fall down on the floor, start spinning and doing air guitar along to the solo.....It could be the new <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1iBbBL1040" target="_blank">"Spanish Inquisition"</a></p>
<p>Or I could just go and read a book? Stop looking at me like that. No seriously, don't.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Sinister Spare Time...</title><category term="Dictator"/><category term="Hitler"/><category term="Humour"/><category term="Mugabe"/><category term="Pol Pot"/><category term="Stalin"/><category term="humour"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/4/17/sinister-spare-time.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/4/17/sinister-spare-time.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2010-04-17T03:56:25Z</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:56:25Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>I asked myself a question the other day...</p>
<p>"Tom?" I asked, in my most earnest question asking voice. "What do bad guys do in their down time?"</p>
<p>"What in the world are you jabbering about old boy?!" I retorted, rather smugly.</p>
<p>"You know...Like...when they just need a second to get away from it all...what do the bad guys do? Like, Stalin...he's responsible for millions and millions of deaths...or Hitler, he brought about the single largest conflict in world history...but, what did they do to relax?" I carried on, unabashed by my apparent rudeness.</p>
<p>It was an interesting question and something which I think certainly demands discussion. It's something which, as a child, you never really consider do you? You're taught of these big, evil men - all of whom seem to have some sort of horrid character assassinating visual issue - like a&nbsp;<a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/adolfhitler.jpg" target="_blank">comical&nbsp;mustache</a>&nbsp;or a&nbsp;<a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/stalin.jpg" target="_blank">pipe which is used as a pointing implement</a>&nbsp;and you imagine them making horrid decisions and cackling gleefully, leering greedily over maps of the world, guffawing as they sweep&nbsp;miniature&nbsp;figures around a map, or off the side of the map and into the nearby bin, ominously full to the brim of similar stick figures...It never really occurred to me that these men needed to sleep, use the toilet or even laugh about something which didn't involve war, oppression or the complete annihilation of&nbsp;perceived&nbsp;threats.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/robert-mugabe1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1271476598749" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">"Who's bad?"</span></span>Imagine the scenarios...You're in the toilet, minding your own business and in walks Stalin...he puts his pipe away in his back pocket and takes up position in the adjacent urinal. You're moved to silence, unsure of what to do. I imagine he's probably one of those crusty old men you always see in the toilets, making inordinate amounts of noise, grunting and inexplicably leaning on the wall as he goes about his dirty business...</p>
<p>Hitler, kicking his feet with laughter after watching Star Wars Kid on YouTube. My theory is that his angry World of Warcraft rants would go viral...He also just can't stop quoting <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlYkIJVguCU" target="_blank">"Jenny" by Flight of the&nbsp;Conchords</a>, it gets him every time...</p>
<p>Pol Pot's tired, it's been a long day of cold, hard dictating. Time to climb into his pajamas, brush his teeth and roll into bed. Maybe he'd read a bit more of that new Lee Child novel before catching his forty winks? Or maybe he'd save it til tomorrow, after all...it had been a long day...</p>
<p>Chairman Mao spilling a drink, Hitler tripping over his shoelaces, Stalin mispronouncing a word comically...Questionable stains on Idi Amin's shorts...The possibilities are endless!! It's like an instant dressing down, you start thinking...Stalin, he thinks he's hard but...he still had to go to the little boys room like everyone else! I guess the difference is that if I didn't like someone, I probably just wouldn't talk to them...whereas Joey...he'd just get rid of them...PERMANENTLY.</p>
<p>A personal favourite is picturing Robert Mugabe chilling out with a bit of Modern Warfare 2, he's on fire - notching up a 23 kill streak on Rundown bringing him close to match victory...but just before he gets his Nuke someone catches him with a&nbsp;<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKIOifaCT5A" target="_blank">lucky throwing knife</a>&nbsp;to finish the game... He's furious, eyes bulging, his mind racing. He starts raging pouring out frothing hardline rhetoric over the microphone, throws down his controller and storms out of the room demanding someone ruin the economy a little more to make him feel better...Poor little lamb.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Sports Journalism - Route 1 To Craptown...</title><category term="Humour"/><category term="Rant"/><category term="andy murray"/><category term="humour"/><category term="rant"/><category term="sports journalism"/><id>http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/4/14/sports-journalism-route-1-to-craptown.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/blog/2010/4/14/sports-journalism-route-1-to-craptown.html"/><author><name>Tom Yeates</name></author><published>2010-04-13T23:03:21Z</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:03:21Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-GB"><![CDATA[<p>I read something the other day: &ldquo;Benitez wants &pound;60m Warchest&rdquo;.</p>
<p>Does he? What? Rafael Benitez, the Manager of Liverpool Football Club? He wants a &pound;60 million <strong>WARCHEST</strong>? What in Grandma Betty&rsquo;s name will he do with that? What will it contain? What sort of material will the chest be made from? A rich mahogany? Or perhaps Kampfer? Why would a football manager even need a Warchest? Is it a slang term for &ldquo;<a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/muscle_man.jpg" target="_blank">henching</a>&rdquo; up at the Gym?</p>
<p>These were all questions I was asking myself before I realised that he didn&rsquo;t actually want a War chest...he just wanted a lot of money to buy new players in the summer transfer window...Once I realised this, everything fell into place. I sat and mulled it over for a moment and came to a conclusion: I&rsquo;m sick of your average run of the mill sports journalist. The type of rabid &ldquo;got to get a story written&rdquo; writer with no time or sense of forethought or any consideration or idea of the concept of &ldquo;quality&rdquo; &ndash; so he or she will throw every possible clich&eacute; or stock term onto a page, slap a few commas in there and a few names and post it online or slot it into the back pages of a tabloid.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/Dunce_Cap.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1271200504668" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 150px;">How I presume most sports journalists spent their time at school...</span></span>"What&rsquo;s not to love about crass sports journalism?" I hear you whisper, rather provocatively I might add...A good point, say I! I&rsquo;d love to read a piece entitled &ldquo;United&rsquo;s Roo Messiah&rdquo; &ndash; That one gave me pause for a long while! Or perhaps you would prefer &ldquo;Barcelona&rsquo;s Messianic Luxury&rdquo;, or simply &ldquo;MESSI-AH!&rdquo; How devilishly clever it all is, breathtaking wordplay. I mean you see what they did right? They replaced the word &ldquo;New&rdquo; with &ldquo;Roo&rdquo; because his name is Wayne &ldquo;Roo&rdquo;ney yeah? And Lionel &ldquo;Messi&rdquo;ah? D&rsquo;ya see eh? Bloody good isn&rsquo;t it? I can just see old Bill Shakespeare sat there now, his mouth agape in awe, shaking his head with amazement...Oh wait...no. It&rsquo;s just total disgust.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s the sheer lack of respect for the diversity of the English language that grinds my gears...I&rsquo;ve heard phrases such as &ldquo;Mercurial midfielder...&rdquo; or &ldquo;talismanic striker&rdquo; so many times now that I&rsquo;m very surprised I haven&rsquo;t been subliminally affected and those aren&rsquo;t the only words I can say or write. I love metaphor and imagery but there&rsquo;s only so much I can take...And imbuing people with a sense of "unearthly" power just makes my eyes twitch like some sort of loon. Can I honestly wear Wayne Rooney around my neck and he will ward away demons seeking to possess me? Could Lionel Messi really get rid of Aunt Bethel&rsquo;s odorous fungal infection simply by shedding a few tears on it? The answer to both of these questions is no. Unfortunately...especially in the case of Aunt Bethel...</p>
<p>Their constant, ever present desire to whack in a cheeky metaphor or a bog standard bit of wordplay depresses me. It&rsquo;s resulted in me questioning my own existence and I <strong>HATE</strong> questioning my own existence; mainly because existing is something I really enjoy doing. Do people honestly read some of this crass toilet journalism and think &ldquo;Heads up lads! Here&rsquo;s someone to keep an eye on...&rdquo;? It doesn&rsquo;t sound like a common scenario to me. There&rsquo;s just something about reading the words &ldquo;Magpies march to title brink&rdquo; that causes me to throw things around the room and break guitars over the heads of nearby mannequins, rather than inspire confidence in the quality of the writing.</p>
<p>Now...there are some good writers out there in the world of sports, I'm not entirely crazy (I am...) and I&rsquo;m thankful that there are just enough high quality Sports Journalists out there to ensure that I actually have something sport-related to read on a weekly basis. It's these people who are of course exempt from the inevitable <a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/end_of_world.jpg" target="_blank">orbital strike</a> I will have to order on every single Sports &ldquo;journo&rdquo; who has dared to use the phrase &ldquo;thrilling encounter&rdquo; more than twice in a single match report...and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Murray" target="_blank">Andy Murray</a>. That guy just bores me. No really, like &ldquo;<a href="http://www.tomyeates.co.uk/storage/big-hippo-yawn.jpg" target="_blank">OH MY GOD I&rsquo;M YAWNING BECAUSE YOU&rsquo;RE SO BORING</a>&rdquo;.</p>
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