I went to the cinema for the first time in 3 years. Films are not made for me. I don't have the attention span to concentrate on a story for the length of a film. A 20 minute American sitcom is fine, as everything is explained and tied up in the length of time it takes for a Pot Noodle to be hydrated, sufficiently cooled and eaten. My general routine when watching a movie at home is that I will invariably watch it in two halves over the course of a couple of days. It suits me as I go back for the second half fresh with the storyline still in my mind. You can't do this at the cinema so that's why I've not been back since I saw The Simpsons Movie in 2007.
I saw Four Lions, which was a decent enough film with plenty of laughs to be had. However it wasn't fantastic and even with the Orange Wednesday ticket I still felt a little bit ripped off. I'm used to the blatant and unapologetic piracy of media through places like Rapidshare and torrent sites. To pay for something I am not certain of enjoying is a bizarre concept. For this reason you should not expect me back in the Wycombe Empire before 2013.
I was certain to enjoy another trip out of the house, this time to the Emirates Stadium where I was to do some 5-a-side on the home pitch of a side that has never won a trophy since playing there. I did enjoy the day, even though it involved getting up at half 5 in the morning to make the 8am kick off time. The place really is exciting to be in, though there is something eerie about playing football in an empty stadium that is capable of holding 60 thousand people. I didn't score and our team went out at the first stage, which was disappointing, and I spent the rest of the day being sick through hyperthermia, but it was an experience I'd be happy to repeat.
A day and a half later I was to visit another of the world's great stadiums, but this time it would be full to the brim with Italians and Germans, something of a culture clash. We (me and my mother, who is the second biggest football fan in the family) were in Madrid, soaking up the heat and the spirit of the Champions League final, which was held at Real Madrid's Bernabeu, a venue that would dwarf the Emirates despite being sited right in the middle of a bustling city. It was great fun, and though a bit worried about the structural strength of the stand as 25 thousand Bayern Munich fans jumped up and down in unison around us it really was the greatest atmosphere at anything I've ever been to (and I've been to the Rebellion Open Day).
It's not all been football, although saying that I did go to see Baddiel and Skinner's live World Cup show in London this week. They were very good and performed a great version of Three Lions for the crowd. Once they left the stage it was announced that there were to be some special musical guests. I wasn't strictly there for any music, only to see the comedy, and I didn't particularly fancy staying, but I did, and the bands who turned up were Keane and James. Now don't get me wrong, and taste is subjective, but Keane and James are possibly two of the blandest, most middle of the road, sub-Coldplay, wanky shite I've heard. Anyone who enjoys them needs immediate castration for the sake of the species. I stayed until the end on the off chance that Baddiel and Skinner would return for another few minutes, and the fact I'd spent 40 quid on the ticket, but that never came.
Aside from that I've done fuck all.
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