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Sunday 3rd February 2019

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 3, 2019 by bishshat

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Saturday 2nd February 2019

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on February 2, 2019 by bishshat


Spurs 1 Newcastle 0

The Premier League table screams with possibility for Spurs . For so long, this had looked like being one of those days when the ball would not go in for them. Erik Lamela had hit the post; Christian Eriksen, almost implausibly, had seen two efforts cleared off the line and other chances went begging.

Yet they refused to accept that dropped points were a part of the script and, thanks to Son Heung-min’s dramatic late winner, they have clambered up above Manchester City into second place and now sit only four points behind the leaders, Liverpool – albeit having played a game more.


Mauricio Pochettino has insisted that his team are not equipped to win the title. With trips to Anfield and the Etihad still to come, they remain a tantalising outside bet.

Son’s goal was a personal disaster for the Newcastle goalkeeper Martin Dubravka. The South Korea forward had shifted the ball smartly onto his right foot on the edge of the area, throwing a couple of Newcastle defenders in the process, and the shot was well struck. But it was pretty much straight at Dubravka and not swerving with any menace.

Dubravka, however, allowed the ball to squirm under his gloves and, in a heartbeat, Newcastle’s stout resistance was punctured. With the owner, Mike Ashley, in attendance, they had created some decent openings and hit the post through Salomón Rondón. The late concession was a bitter pill.


Rafael Benítez massed men behind the ball in his 5-4-1 system, demanding unstinting work rate from each of them, and the pattern was established at the outset. Spurs pushed; Newcastle resisted while punching on the counterattack.

The home team had to fight for their openings and they had a couple inside the opening quarter only for a combination of poor finishing and bad luck to deny them. The former came from Lucas Moura and it was certainly a horrible miss from him on 17 minutes.

Lamela stood up a cross after Eriksen’s free-kick had been half-cleared and, with Fabian Schär playing everybody onside, Lucas was afforded the freedom of the penalty area. He got the header all wrong, mistiming the leap and directing it well wide. Cue a cutaway to Fernando Llorente, who was among the substitutes. Would he have done better?

It was Lamela who suffered the ill fortune. Jan Vertonghen, who played at left-back, whipped over a dangerous cross and, when the ball bounced up after Lucas could not reach the half-volley, Lamela reacted to guide a header at goal. It came back off the crossbar.


The Newcastle support had travelled in good heart and they enjoyed some nice moments. Matt Ritchie was a threat from left wing-back with his curving crosses while Ayoze Pérez showed his twinkle-toes, not least when he got away from Toby Alderweireld inside the area in the 43rd minute. He could not find an end product.

Newcastle’s big first-half chance came on the half hour, after Pérez had jinked and found Ritchie, whose cross sparked panic. Pérez arrived into the area and it begged a clean first-time hit but he could not oblige. Rondón’s follow-up effort was blocked.

Pochettino started with Lucas at centre-forward but he tried Son up top for the second half of the first period while he eventually introduced Llorente for Lucas. There were other tweaks; Lamela, for example, played in central midfield and off the right. Pochettino tried everything.

Spurs needed to move the ball more quickly, despite Harry Winks’s best efforts, and they were denied towards the end of the first-half following an Eriksen corner. Moussa Sissoko connected with a side-footed volley only for Dubravka to save smartly.


Newcastle struck to their , with Rondón working effectively at the sharp end of the formation. He was inches from giving them the lead on 51 minutes, after working the ball wide to DeAndre Yedlin and sprinting into the area for the wing-back’s cross. Having got in between Alderweireld and Kieran Trippier, Rondón’s header hit the post.

The margins were painfully fine and one moment of brilliance or composure stood to be decisive. Eriksen thought he had supplied it when he flicked goalwards following Son’s diving header from a corner. Dubravka was beaten but Schär, stretching backwards, hooked the ball up and away from exactly on the goalline.


Pérez extended Hugo Lloris from the edge of the area after fine work from Rondón while Llorente, with the sun in his eyes, blew a looping header from Eriksen’s cross. Spurs thought the Fates were against them when Eriksen directed another flick at goal after Llorente had headed on a corner and, this time, it was Ritchie that cleared off the line. Son, with the help of Dubravka, would force the issue.

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Wednesday 30th January 2019

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 30, 2019 by bishshat


Don’t Let Me Down

The Beatles

Don’t let me down, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down
Nobody ever loved me like she does
Oh, she does, yes, she does
And if somebody loved me like she do me
Oh, she do me, yes, she does
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down
I’m in love for the first time
Don’t you know it’s gonna last
It’s a love that lasts forever
It’s a love that had no past (Seeking past)
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down
And from the first time that she really done me
Oh, she done me, she done me good
I guess nobody ever really done me
Oh, she done me, she done me good
Don’t let me down, hey don’t let me down
Heeeee, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, don’t let me let down
Can you dig it? Don’t let me down


Stan and Ollie

Went to see Stan and Ollie today wonderful and very sad too. Had a blub

Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy made their first official appearance as a comedy pairing in 1927, in the silent short film Putting Pants on Philip, and soon developed an irresistible chemistry.

With Laurel playing the clumsy and innocent friend of pompous Hardy, their comedy slapstick saw them become two of the biggest stars in Hollywood.

But by 1953, when they embarked on their British tour, Laurel and Hardy were no longer the box-office giants they had once been.


During their eight months in England, Scotland and Ireland, they often performed to half-empty theatres, with Hardy’s failing health a concern.

Stan & Ollie director Jon S Baird has described the film as a “love story about these two guys, who just happened to be Laurel and Hardy”.

John C Reilly, who plays Hardy, said: “It was naturally a very reflective time for them – they were looking back on their lives together.”

Philip Hutchinson – who works as an Oliver Hardy re-enactor, recreating the routines from the movies and music halls – said opinions on the tour were “really mixed”.

“The kids are still loving the shows, the critics are very split, the houses are sometimes full, sometimes not.

“Generally, the reviews tend to say they were still great but some of the routine and script wasn’t as strong as their previous work,” he said.


Laurel and Hardy arriving at Northampton’s New Theatre for the start of the tour
Called Birds Of A Feather, the tour began in Northampton in October 1953, before visiting cities including Liverpool, Manchester and Birmingham.

In his weekly report, the theatre manager of Birmingham Hippodrome Bertie Adams wrote that Laurel and Hardy received “a very excellent reception”.

It seems the pair were not blind to their failure to pack out every venue, though.

As the tour continued, audience numbers began to rise
After a four-week run at the Nottingham Empire, Laurel wrote in a letter dated 19 January 1954 that show business in Britain was “not too good in general”.


“They are all blaming the invasion of TV, which I don’t think has anything to do with it. There is a terrific amount of unemployed plus a lot of labour trouble – strikes, etc,” he wrote.

“Just a case of bad conditions in the country. The TV programs I’ve seen, would certainly drive people INTO a theatre – even to see a bad show! They are awful!”

The manager of the Birmingham Hippodrome in 1953 said Laurel and Hardy enjoyed an “excellent reception”
As the tour continued, audience numbers did begin to rise, but the fun came to an abrupt end on 17 May 1954.


After performing a single night at the Palace Theatre in Plymouth, Hardy had a mild heart attack, forcing the duo to cancel their run in the city and the rest of the tour.

Hardy stayed at a local hotel to recover, while Laurel visited the theatre every night to support other acts, Hutchinson said.

A local newspaper review said despite Hardy’s obvious health issues on the night they performed, their “old cleverness and that delightful craziness is still there”.

In Dreams

Roy Orbison

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
“Go to sleep. Everything is all right.”

I close my eyes, Then I drift away
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayer like dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream My dreams of you.

In dreams I walk with you. In dreams I talk to you.
In dreams you’re mine. All of the time we’re together
In dreams, In dreams.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I can’t help it, I can’t help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.

It’s too bad that all these things, Can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams In beautiful dreams.

Spurs 2 Watford 1

Spurs avoided another Premier League home defeat, as Son Heung-min and Fernando Llorente scored late on in their 2-1 win over Watford.
Son Heung-min and Fernando Llorente scored in the last 10 minutes to spare
Spurs blushes, securing a 2-1 win over Watford on Wednesday.

Mauricio Pochettino’s injury-hit side looked to be heading for a third successive home defeat in the Premier League after Craig Cathcart’s first-half goal, but Son – back from Asian Cup duty – levelled late on and then Llorente made amends after wasting several presentable chances earlier in the match.


Straight back into the team after his period of absence, Son was the first to go close early on, but Watford grew into the contest and went ahead just before the break through Cathcart’s scrappy goal.

The wastefulness of Llorente – starting in place of the injured Harry Kane – looked as though it was going to cost Spurs, but Son restored parity and then the Spanish striker completed the turnaround on a dramatic night at Wembley.

Son looked sharp early on and almost opened the scoring in the ninth minute, his 25-yard strike agonisingly missing the top-left corner. Hugo Lloris did not cover himself in glory in the 38th minute, however, as his positioning was way off at a corner and Cathcart bundled home to beat the stranded Frenchman.


Llorente was guilty of an inexplicable miss at the start of the second half, seeing his initial close-range shot saved, before somehow kneeing the rebound over from about three yards. Daryl Janmaat almost turned an Christian Eriksen free-kick into his own goal just past the hour, as Ben Foster made a crucial save, before Llorente then headed wide from close in as Toby Alderweireld chipped the ball back into the danger zone.
Spurs luck changed in the 80th minute, however, as Llorente nudged the ball on to Son in the area and the South Korean finished emphatically past Foster.

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Llorente then finally found his mark three minutes from the end, sending a looping header in from Danny Rose’s cross.

Tuesday 29th January 2019

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 29, 2019 by bishshat


One More Arrow

Bernie Taupin, Elton John

He said I want to grow up
And look like Robert Mitchum
And I hope that when I’m gone
There’ll be some say that I miss him
He must have been romantic
He must have sensed adventure
And I feel the steel of his strong will
In the frame around his picture

And he’s one more arrow flying through the air
One more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere
Where the days and nights blend into one
And he can always feel the sun
Through the soft brown earth that holds him
Forever always young

He could have been a boxer
But the fight game seemed so dirty
We argued once he knocked me down
And he cried when he thought he’d hurt me
Strictly from the old school
He was quiet about his pain
And if one in ten could be that brave
I would never hate again

One more arrow
One more arrow
One more arrow
Forever always young



Monday 28th January 2019

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 28, 2019 by bishshat


Sunday 27th January 2019

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 27, 2019 by bishshat


Crystal Palace 2 Spurs O

Crystal Palace compounded a miserable week for Tottenham by knocking them out of the FA Cup with a fourth-round victory at Selhurst Park.

Connor Wickham set Palace on their way with his first goal in 799 days  before Andros Townsend haunted his former club by doubling the hosts’ lead from the penalty spot  after Kyle Walker-Peters’ inexcusable handball.


Spurs were architects of their own downfall; Mauricio Pochettino left Christian Eriksen out of the squad and Kieran Trippier’s woeful missed penalty  left them with a mountain to climb without Harry Kane, Dele Alli and Heung-Min Son.


The victory sees Palace secure their place in Monday’s fifth-round draw at the expense of Spurs, whose trophy hopes take another significant dent after Thursday’s Carabao Cup exit at Chelsea.

Saturday 26th January 2019

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on January 26, 2019 by bishshat

Ed’s Easy Diner owner converts its original Soho spot to Slim Chickens!

London’s restaurant scene is constantly in churn – with new restaurants replacing old. That’s the nature of the beast. But even we admit to being a bit surprised at our emotional reaction to the news yesterday that Soho classic Ed’s Easy Diner was no more.

The American diner on the corner of Old Compton Street and Moor Street has been taken over by another American import – Slim Chickens.

The diner first opened its doors back in 1987 when it was genuinely an exciting London opening. The neon sign, the retro diner fittings were all a big deal. And for almost 20 years that was it for owner Barry Margolis – there was slow growth with the opening of two more restaurants in London. But after Margolis’s death the business was put into trust and eventually sold to a company which did the now-traditional thing of trying to take the chain national. It boomed to almost 60 restaurants before crashing into administration.

Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis

John Keats

Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!
I look into the chasms, and a shroud
Vapourous doth hide them, — just so much I wist
Mankind do know of hell; I look o’erhead,
And there is sullen mist, — even so much
Mankind can tell of heaven; mist is spread
Before the earth, beneath me, — even such,
Even so vague is man’s sight of himself!
Here are the craggy stones beneath my feet,–
Thus much I know that, a poor witless elf,
I tread on them, — that all my eye doth meet
Is mist and crag, not only on this height,
But in the world of thought and mental might!



John Keats

Not Aladdin magian
Ever such a work began;
Not the wizard of the Dee
Ever such a dream could see;
Not St. John, in Patmos’ Isle,
In the passion of his toil,
When he saw the churches seven,
Golden aisl’d, built up in heaven,
Gaz’d at such a rugged wonder.
As I stood its roofing under
Lo! I saw one sleeping there,
On the marble cold and bare.
While the surges wash’d his feet,
And his garments white did beat.
Drench’d about the sombre rocks,
On his neck his well-grown locks,
Lifted dry above the main,
Were upon the curl again.
‘What is this? and what art thou?’
Whisper’d I, and touch’d his brow;
‘What art thou? and what is this?’
Whisper’d I, and strove to kiss
The spirit’s hand, to wake his eyes;
Up he started in a trice:
‘I am Lycidas,’ said he,
‘Fam’d in funeral minstrely!
This was architectur’d thus
By the great Oceanus!–
Here his mighty waters play
Hollow organs all the day;
Here by turns his dolphins all,
Finny palmers great and small,
Come to pay devotion due–
Each a mouth of pearls must strew.
Many a mortal of these days,
Dares to pass our sacred ways,
Dares to touch audaciously
This Cathedral of the Sea!
I have been the pontiff-priest
Where the waters never rest,
Where a fledgy sea-bird choir
Soars for ever; holy fire
I have hid from mortal man;
Proteus is my Sacristan.
But the dulled eye of mortal
Hath pass’d beyond the rocky portal;
So for ever will I leave
Such a taint, and soon unweave
All the magic of the place.’
* * * * * *
So saying, with a Spirit’s glance
He dived!

La Belle Dame sans Merci

(The beautiful lady without mercy)

John Keats

“O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

“O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

“I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever-dew.
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.”

“I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

“I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

“I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

“She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna-dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
‘I love thee true.’

“She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sigh’d full sore;
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.

“And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dream’d – ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.

“I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all:
They cried, ‘La belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’

“I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here
On the cold hill’s side.

“And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.”