Friday, May 28, 2010
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Friday, May 21, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Top Secret Script!. . . Don't tell anyone.
INT. HOME - 12.40PM
(PETE, STEVE)
Saturday afternoon, 12.40pm.5 minutes to kick off!.
PETE
Yo shitbag, get out of bed you lazy fucker,
the game is about to start.
STEVE
(Rolling over in his bed)
Listen Gobsheen I was already awake. Sure I
was just gettin out of Bed.
(Pete closes door, walks down stairs)
. . . and thanks for knocking you dirty puff,
I could have been naked.
steve throws on his Beloved Liverpool jersey and
Yesterdays jeans .
Pete is lying on the couch, his hands over his head,
his feet resting on the arm of the couch. Steve
stumbles in, Buckling his belt in the process.
PETE
It's about time BIATCH. . . what took you so
long?. . . putting your make up on again.
STEVE
I told you about that,
(Steve sighs)
It was just the one time.
PETE
Are you still talking, I didn't ask for your
life story just sit down and watch the
fecking game.
SOUND: ....... TELEVISION: CROWD ROARS, WHISTLE BLOWS.
STEVE
How come the game is only starting now?
PETE
Awh I dunno, there was a minutes silence for
Frank Lamb-chop's Mother, she died Yesterday.
. . or something gay like that!
STEVE
Hang on a sec. . . . what date is it?
PETE
The 16th of your gay!
SOUND: ....... STEVE SNIGGERS!
STEVE
No You Nimrod, I'm serious
(Pete and Steve are rarely serious)
I think it's Mam's Birthday. We have to get
her something!
SOUND: ....... PETE AND STEVE COLLECTIVELY SHOUT THE WORD
BOLLOCKS!
PETE
Dude the game is after starting.
(Pete looks at his watch)
Half time?
STEVE
Yeh man, Half time. . . . I'll drive
(Pete can't drive)
SOUND: ....... COMMENTATOR: MY WORD THE REFEREE BLOWS HIS
WHISTLE AND ITS A PENALTY TO LIVERPOOL
GET IN!
Liverpool score the penalty and the two brothers jump
round the room.
PETE
you can count your lucky stars we got that
penalty because I was going to kick the shit
out of you!. . . you little bollocks
Two Brothers laugh!
TRANSITION TO: 1.30-PM HALF TIME!
STEVE
Right Broski, lets Rollski!
EXT. DRIVING IN THE CAR - 1.30PM.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
College Work: Part Three
The Blogs Dollocks!
I don’t just like the Kopblog, I love the blogs Dollocks off it too.
This was the first blog page I ever looked at and it is the last one I view before falling asleep in front of the box each night. Why is it so important to me?. . . . because I am a fan of the greatest club in the world, Liverpool FC and this Blog is touched by the true spirit of the Kop.
It is one thing to have banter watching the big match with the lads but to experience the same craic from reading an article online, thats something special. That is why Kopblog is the king Kenny of blogs.
The 12th man is often heard online through words such as ‘Shanks knows’ and ‘Eggnog’. To anyone who ‘at the end of the storm’ hasn’t seen the ‘Golden Sky’, these are phrases only a true Liverpool supporter would know and acknowledge.
The above terminology contributes to the overall Anfield feel of the blog. This is not a blog for ‘the manc hearted’ by any means. Here is a piece of writing that shows true ‘reds’ loyalty by voicing the opinion of the best fans in the world
‘If we are ever going to get back to the top, this is the man’.
The odd murmur of dissatisfaction towards the current regime can also be heard through the comments of the global kopites. What I like best about this is that although the liberals and conservatives of L.F.C. clash, views are always respected.
The design consists of a Liverpool red background and a header made up of legendary flags. It proves more than enough to satisfy the fans, myself included. The links lead back to the thisisanfield homepage. I am only interested in the blog as I get my news from the official website.
The content could be more uplifting! This is something that only Rafa’s Red’s can rectifie.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
College Work: Part Two.
ARISTOTLE’S INFLUENCE.
Aristotle talks about ‘objects of imitation’. He speaks of how men are represented as being either ‘better than in real life or worse’. Comedy aims at representing men as worse than in real life, and tragedy as better than in real life.
In the comedy ‘The Naked Gun’, Frank Drebin fulfils the role of Aristotle’s comedy representation. He is slow to react to situations and always ends up in awkward situations. Drebin is very much worse than in real life because of this. This is what makes the film a comedy. Everybody, to a lesser degree has found himself or herself in an embarrassing situation like Drebin, and because of this we can see a likeness.
In the tragedy ‘The Titanic’, Jack Dawson is very much a larger than life character. Jack charms Rose into falling in love with him within two days of meeting. Also when the ship is sinking he remains positive and always knows what to do. Jack is a character better than real life, that’s what makes his death and the film so tragic. People will also like Jack because everyman will feel they have a certain degree of that charm and every woman might feel they know someone or might meet someone like this.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
College Work: Part One.
The car door thumps closed on a dreary evening. The cacophonous canteen is now only a memory. The buzzing silence of a classroom now filed away in the back of my head for another day.
I look through a wonderful window no more than 28’’. A flicker of a switch, a glimmer of hope in the form of a subtle red L.E.D at the bottom right corner of my vision.
Bliss floods the brain. My eyes descend on a whole new world, still kind of familiar. My iris project off a globe in front of me. The fingers of my hand hold the ability to bring darkness to the boredom of clichéd existence.
In this, at times unimaginable universe that I am fixated upon, I learn of scenes and views uninhabited by society. Although I attain information like a sieve, bait always remains behind in a net that broadens the mind.
Midweek madness often mystifies me. I enter a land where ‘a nation holds its breath’ and heroes and villains come of age. Heart warming highs accompanied by the lowest of lows. I gaze at a stage where idols shine and stars fade. A mouth- watering morning, a looming dawn.
Without warning my hand maneuvers. The fastening fingers suddenly loosen their grip. Blinking eyelids recede to a cold darkness. A small hand has made a significant sweeping move. I awake. Time to climb the mountainous stairs and slumber sweetly.
Darkness descends upon this porthole just as a blind or curtain might dim a room. Standby is summoned upon the flicker of a switch. Tonight I have been inspired. But tomorrow I will need inspiration . . .
‘Same Bat time . . . Same Bat channel’
Television.