I've stared at this Blogger :Create Post - Microsoft Internet Explorer page for millenia already, and besides these words it's a blank slate. No this is not some mindtrick or sneaky business to fill this page up with random crap then at the end of the post go : Hey but I wrote something in the end! Muhahaha!.
Nah, just that these days I'm getting old, or rather I need a greater stimulus to do the things I'd usually do in a flash. Yawn. See there it is again. The signs are ominously evident, I'm aging. My two feet have been inactive in making contact with spherical objects, and if this continues, it'll be not two but six feet that I'll be familar with. And this brings me to my next point,
I'm old enough to be nostalgic about football.
Egads. I saw this top goals of the decade thingy on ESPN the other day and it was quite endearing to remember all those moments and greats that this generation will never know of. See I'm old enough to demand a generation. Dennis Bergkamp retired this season,alongside Nigel Martyn and soon enough youngsters nowsaday won't even recognize this footballing genius, to be unable to think of other superlatives. Dudes like Matt Le Tiessier, Gabriel Batistuta, Gianfranco Zola, Peter Schemicael ( the only man yoo player I truly respect) the Arsenal heroes David Seaman, Nigel Winterburn, Tony Adams, Emmanuel Petit, Marc Overmars, Lee Dixon,Martin Keown, and of course Bergkamp himself, and many more that I can't recall exactly, but mention their names and waves of nostalgia cascade around me. Wah shit this is getting too pseudo poetic.
My point is, this generation won't remember Ryan Giggs' ( K the second man yoo player I respect) sublime solo goal against Arsenal in the 98-99 FA Cup Semi Final, or even David Beckham's half way line goal against Wimbledon in 95, and damn there's so many moments out there in EPL history that I realize will all go down, in well history in a couple of years, because to put it simply, we're all getting older. Oh yea and Roy Keane just became manager of Sunderland. Does ANYONE at all remember Roy Keane signing for man yoo from Nottingham Forest for 2.1 million pounds almost a decade ago? I thought so.
But yet ah, my so called annals of footballing history are but a page in the books of like well, obviously older people who have lived through wars, economic depression, pestilence, and flower power of the 60s, and dammit it seems like i'm not so old anymore! [/end wave of nostalgia]
I did some math today.
shhhh.
started my revision for the final year. First time, in 78203546 centuries, that I've done math revision more than 2 weeks before the exams. It's written in the stars, I am going to get my 7 for maths. Not gonna say much more, or trumpet my mathematical prowess (or once was there lackof) ,but rather I issue you a charrenge. Watch this space. Just watch it, come October.
Watch this space, and all the friggin lines and planes in it.
Good night.
Delivered at 10:56 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile