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My Blog Has Been Blootered!

With over 1200 hits, my most read thread on this site was THIS ONE which gave a definition for the Scots word “blooter”. Other definitions arose in the comments section. I had originally posted the definition after I had spotted it was Google’s top search word in America for that day. It turned out that this was because U.S. broadcaster Bill O’Reilly had used it in his show. Here he is referring to the word and another two – “bloviate” (to speak pompously and excessively) and that word much beloved of George Galloway, “popinjay” (a vain and talkative person)

Midfield Dynamo

Click Here for the excellent Midfield Dynamo site. It’s a bit like a fanzine on the web. Here’s a taster entitled “Twenty things you’ll find at a non-league football ground” (or a Scottish League football ground for all that)

No. Description
1 A man with a bright red face and enormous flared trousers.
2 The local town nutter who declares that he loves his local team so much and never, ever, misses a game, before mysteriously disappearing somewhere during the second half.
3 The failed tactician. Usually stands behind managers dugouts in a mid-nineties Adidas training coat, Farah slacks and shiny shoes, bellowing out various disastrous instructions to all and sundry.
4 Some old dear selling Bovril for the 61st consecutive season.
5 The players wags – usually huddled together in the few half decent wooden seats that are available. And even at this level they’re always stunning… why is that ?
6 The half-time raffle where the prizes are mostly things like 4 cans of Mackeson Stout, a box of out of date Terry’s All Gold, or a half empty can of Lynx.
7 The condemned stand. In most non-league grounds you encounter a thin piece of red and white tape that’s the only thing separating you from certain death on a relic that has stood empty and disused since 1987.
8 Dodgy advertisement hoardings. These usually include a local haulage firm, an Indian takeaway, something where half of the advertisement has dropped off, and a taxi firm that went out of business 3 year ago.
9 A dodgy section of the pitch. Used to great tactical effect by the home team, often resulting in long balls pumped to the sloping left-wing, daisy-cutter shots towards the molehills, and random bounces on the concrete-like goalmouth area.
10 The 40 year old club veteran. Usually a central defender with a nose like a hammer, but sometimes a journeyman ex-pro called Dave, Barry, Mick, or Alan.
11 The desperate Dad. Father of one of the younger players, he spends the entire match shouting and rawping at him in the full knowledge that his lad is never going to be quite good enough to ‘make it’. That trial at Brentford will never come around again.
12 The bloke who positions himself near the dug out so he can berate the manager regardless of the team’s form or performances. Likes a pint in the social club with the failed tactician.
13 Packets of crisps at the tea bar from manufacturers you’ve never heard of and that probably don’t even exist. Brands like Bensons or His Nibs.
14 The annoying intermittent tannoy system that was given to the club back in 1974 by the local bus corporation. It hardly worked back then, now it just sounds like Norman Collier has taken over the pre-match announcements.
15 The pre-match announcements. Come on, does anybody listen to them ? He could be droning on about balsa wood for all anybody knows. In actual fact, he’s usually thanking the local print firm for the match sponsorship or playing records such as “Eye of the Tiger” or anything by Phil Collins.
16 A couple of spectacularly bored six year olds brought along by an elderly relative desperate to institutionalise them into the ways of supporting the local team. Moments after kick off they’ll start kicking a discarded Coke can about for the remainder of the match.
17 The fancy-dan wannabe. Easy to spot – he’s the only wearing white, gold or red boots. And a hairband. Normally tries a couple of fancy flicks with his first few touches before being taken out by the 40 year old club veteran.
18 Some half-daft old dear on her own in the seats wrapped in a bizarre, home made club scarf and wearing an equally homespun woolly hat. Her mood will swing from quiet benevolence to incandescent rage at any innocuous refereeing decision. There’s also a good chance she’ll be knitting.
19 The drunk in the social club. He only goes because it was the only place he could get served before all day drinking was allowed. Hasn’t yet realised the law was changed in 1989. Even the bloke who positions himself near the dug out and the failed tactician try to avoid him.
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A massive, clapped out old telly in the social club. It was probably made by PYE.
PYE

A massive PYE television set,
yesterday

The Crunch Has Come.

Never in 23 years as a retailer have I faced price increases like the ones which have taken place in recent months. Obviously the price of fuel has affected the cost of getting goods from A to B. One carrier who delivers to me regularly called in the receiver this week, unable to continue in a highly competitive environment. The oil price has also affected the price of anything made of plastic. One importer of accessories intimated a 8% rise in his prices across the board with immediate effect which is unheard of. Most suppliers have an annual increase and ride out any fluctuations during the year, building them in at their next increase. Raw food prices are soaring. My particular speciality is pet food and I am paying nearly 50% more for some items than I was in January. Many retailers are being very cautious about passing increases on, aware as they are of customers already being hit by the aforementioned fuel rises and increased mortgage payments.

A friend of mine in the building trade was laid off this week. Hundreds of other workers have shared his fate and there is more to come. An estate agent I know has sold two houses in the last month.

I may not be an expert, but from the sharp end of retailing both in food and consumer items, I’d be very surprised if inflation doesn’t reach double figures by the end of the year, and I really do wonder how we are going to avoid a full blown recession.

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