Sad to read about the death of English Language ;-)
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/09/13/AR2010091304476.html
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Sad to read about the death of English Language ;-)
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/09/13/AR2010091304476.html
If you are keen follower of football , especially the English Premier League, be sure to read Chris Charle’s Blog on BBC. Especially look at the Quotes of the week section.
The irrepressible Roy Keane came up with this during the past week :
"Attempts on goal is like going to a nightclub. You could speak to 50 girls but if you're going home on your own, it's no good, is it? You could only speak to one and go home with her!"
Roy Keane's dating tips and Ipswich's scoring issues!
And one of the reason why so many of us love The Special One : Jose Mourinho is captured in the quote below. This was just before the Champions league match between Mourinho’s Inter Milan and Chelsea, the club he formerly managed.
"Before the game I know everybody and I love them, and after the game I know everybody and I love them - for 90 minutes I know nobody."
The one and only Jose Mourinho on his return to Chelsea
(http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/chrischarles/2010/03/quotes_of_the_week_17.html)
Also if you are looking at a humorous round up of the weeks football action, you could do a lot worse than Robbo Robson’s blog.
Non football lovers, please excuse :-)
Writing badly can be elevated to an art as is demonstrated at How to write badly well
“Seeing the lie of the land and bracing for impact, I stepped up to the plate and prepared to eat my words. In the hollow blankness of the auditorium, my creaking cough thundered like a volcano going off, a single pistol-shot in the echoing cavern of expectation before me.
’So,’ I said, my throat as dry as my wit, which was as sharp as my tone, ‘we seem to have reached a fork in the garden path you’ve been leading me up like a lamb to the slaughter. A turning point of no return, you might say.’
I knew that this would hardly be a ground-breaking barnstormer of a speech, but so far, it was going down like the stock value of a lead balloon manufacturer. The silence that followed was as long as a freight train, as deep as a philosophy textbook and as uncomfortable as this analogy”