Giggle.

Go on, I fucking dear you not to laugh.

Hahahahhahahahahhahahahahahaha!

Ahhh... the proliferation of user controlled media content.

You'd think it known that you are to trust Wikipedia as much as you'd trust Glitter to babysit your niece, apparently not.

I picked this up from the b3ta newsletter this week and just had to pop it in here for safekeeping.

Man City, fresh from their corporate whoring to the Arabian peninsular have drawn a little known Greek team in the UEFA cup named AC Omonia. As result of the fact no one knows sod-all about this little Feta cheese eating outfit B3tard "Godspants" popped on to Wikipedia and added on this little factoid:

"A small but loyal group of fans are lovingly called "The Zany Ones" - they like to wear hats made from discarded shoes and have a song about a little potato."

Now, that's pretty funny, definitely not as funny as what Mirror writer David Anderson did with said factoid.

http://www.mirror.co.uk/sport/football/2008/09/18/new-look-manchester-city-side-begin-their-uefa-cup-campaign-in-earnest-115875-20741334/

Now that is some infinitely funny shit, let me quote:

"Despite City's raised profile, they must make do with the UEFA Cup this season and Hughes will not tolerate any slip-ups against the Cypriot side, whose fans are known as the 'Zany Ones' and wear hats made from shoes."

What? Nothing about the little potato song?

Something tells me "Mr David Anderson: Lazy Arsed Hack" will be going back to proof reading horoscopes.

Right.

I took a neuropsychiatric test and realized that I don't have a mental illness after all.

I have five.

Ciao!

Aye, So I've just returned from a two week jolly to Italy, a land supposedly full of football crazies, Joe Pesci lookalikes and characters that will tuck you into bed with a horses head should you refuse their particularly attractive offers.

So I've done all the long haul travelling malarky, cheated death in numerous far flung countries and have amassed a suitably large number of kerazy stories that can be exaggerated to death without substantiation, since the countries concerned are so random that no one really gives a shit. Early this year I got thinking that I've not really experience Europe too much, I'm not talking waking up with a muscular transvestite in a Benidorm hostel, neither am I talking about going with "The Lads," to Ibiza and drinking Beer till the music becomes cool and I become attractive. I'm talking about capitals that are so important in the chronicles of human ancestry that without their development life would be completely inconceivable, and as far as I'm concerned right on the top rung of this ladder of antiquity is Italy.

Romans eh, arguably a one of history's most triumphant people, and simultaneously one of the most nefarious. Slavery, religious persecution, corruption and buggery, they stampeded through history like Barrymore at Wet&Wild leaving an indelible print that would echo in epochs far into the future.

Christ, anyways I absolutely loved it, the men, when they weren't trying to have sex with my girlfriend where a friendly lot who loved a good laugh and a good drink. The food was fantastic, the weather is incredible and the country is generally very, very clean. The Italians seem incredibly proud of their country, not only that, of their history. Instead of following the usual capitalist progression rule of thumb that is "knock it down and build it better" they go out their way to have their history resplendent for all to see, and what a history that is.

I took about 400 photos and would have happily taken 400 more, from the Ponte Vecchio and Duomo in Florence to the Colosseum and the Vatican I had a permanently etched smile on my mug. The highlight for me was between the amazing tranquility of Lake Garda which, far from being forced felt beyond picture perfect, and the biggest church in Christendom, St Paul's. You can probably tell from other articles on here that I'm not religions greatest fan but even Satan himself would find it impossible not to be in awe of human artistry on it's grandest scale. 2000 years of human history, 2 centuries of tears, death, hope and love practically exudes from the marbel-work of the most auspicious building I have ever seen, and I've been Celtic Park.

Anyways here's a few of my favorite pics taken from my own Italian Job.

Ave that David Bailley ya snap happy bastard! This is Lake Garda, from high up, of course.

Another wicked photo of the Lake.

A fantastic picture of the Colosseum.

A picture of St Paul's. Amen.

Ummm, yeah. Normal service is resumed.