Archive for January, 2006

Some photos from Kobe’s incredible feat last night. 81 points in one game, as the Lakers beat the Raptors 122-104;









I don’t claim to be an NBA expert, but even I was overwhelmed by Kobe’s achievement last night. So much so that I thought I had to write about it on here. Kobe’s 81 points will be on NBA.com and ESPN.com for months(/years) to come, so if you want to see the video then check them out.

Kobe’s assault on the Raptors last night is the second highest scoring game in NBA history, second only to Wilt Chamberlain.

Pts Player, Team Opponent Date
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100 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia New York 3/2/1962
81 Kobe Bryant, LA Lakers Toronto 1/22/2006
78 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia LA Lakers 12/8/1961 (3OT)
73 David Thompson, Denver Detroit 4/9/1978
73 Wilt Chamberlain, San Francisco New York 11/16/1962
73 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia Chicago 1/13/1962
72 Wilt Chamberlain, San Francisco LA Lakers 11/3/1962
71 David Robinson, San Antonio LA Clippers 4/24/1994
71 Elgin Baylor, LA Lakers New York 11/15/1960
70 Wilt Chamberlain, San Francisco Syracuse 3/10/1963
69 Michael Jordan, Chicago Cleveland 3/28/1990 (OT)
68 Pete Maravich, New Orleans New York 2/25/1977
68 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia Chicago 12/16/1967
67 Wilt Chamberlain, San Francisco LA Lakers 1/11/1963
67 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia New York 2/25/1962
67 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia St Louis 2/17/1962
67 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia New York 3/9/1961
66 Wilt Chamberlain, LA Lakers Phoenix 2/9/1969
65 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia LA Lakers 2/7/1966
65 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia St Louis 2/27/1962
65 Wilt Chamberlain, Philadelphia Cincinnati 2/13/1962

That is a list of the only players to achieve over 65 points in an NBA game. Kobe has been scoring 40+ consistantly this year, which is incredible, and hit over 60 in a game mid-December. Wilt Chamberlain is on this list a lot - and people will look at Bryant’s feat last night as ’second best’… but 1960s NBA is far different to the NBA which is played today. Don’t get me wrong, Wilt Chamberlain probably scored more in ‘62 than most players manage in entire careers but he was playing against unathletic centres who were 6′ 10″ at most - not like the 7′ players in the league today. Very few people could handle his size back when he was playing - I doubt he could score over 60 a game on such a regular basis against today’s Detroit, Miami or the Spurs. Defences are really tight in modern NBA, sometimes whole teams struggle to reach 80 points. Wilt wasn’t playing in the same era.

For me, Kobe’s achievement shouldn’t be viewed in the same light as Wilt’s, if anything it outshines it.

But like I said - I’m quite new to NBA. I could be wrong ;).

… of Scarlett Johanson’s chest. Check out these pictures of a reporter groping Ms. Johanson’s golden globes.






And now you know why I’m trying to get into the industry.

You can see the video by clicking here.

Scarlett’s chest > *

Some shots of Scarlett Johanson from this week’s Golden Globes. If you’re a female who is envious of exceptionally pretty women gifted with amazing breasts, you may want to look away now. If you’re male, you’re going to want to see this.

Admittedly I didn’t used to think anything of Scarlett Johanson. Just another pretty face in Hollywood. But I think these pictures speak for themselves. Miss Johanson has some incredible assets. In picture #2 they look like they could come out for air at any moment. Wow is all I can say. Credit to WWTDD.com for the pictures.




I try not to put up too many pictures and stories drooling over pretty woman, but sometimes as a man it is my duty to do so.

Some pics of my time in Newcastle last night, which included a performance from Lethal Bizzle and a not too shabby support act (The Motorettes?). All for £4;













I’m the one with the awful ‘beard’, and my two homies are my flat mates who both hail from Hull.

They proposed an ‘indie’ week this week, including nights out of purely indie music - Arctic Monkeys, Futureheads, Subways, Maximo Park… you know… that straight-out-of-NME sound. Not being a massive indie man, I decided to tag along. And what a reward that was as Club NME, a room at Digital in Newcastle, has an act on each week. This week was Lethal Bizzle, of More Fire Crew, who has hits such as Pow! and Fire. Not really a fan of the UK rap scene or the Bizzle himself, but it was awesome! He performed the two hits I just mentioned, as well as the self-titled More Fire Crew and his hit with Twista/The Kray Twinz.

The room held a few hundred people at most, and there was nothing but a step between me and Mr Bizzle. As you can see I was pretty much underneath the man. Pictures are courtesy of Stato (the guy in the green). At one point Lethal B knocked the camera out of Stato’s hand, that’s how close we were. He also stood on Stato’s hand, and pushed him back into the crowd. The crowd threw us two on stage numerous times because there were no barriers/restrictions, and it was very rowdy. My flat mates have woke up with bruises all over their shins, but somehow I managed to get out unscathed. It was ace.

The night started off in Sam Jacks, which is one of my favourite bars, and then into The Gate for a short while. We then stumbled into an Old Orleans, and I introduced my flat mates to the Flatliner - which is a shot of Tequila, Sambuca and… Tobasco. I made sure we got extra Tobasco. Then we went to an absolutely fantastic bar, which was exclusive to students on a Monday, called Hoko10s(?) I think. It had a roulette table, scantily clad women, cheap drinks and anybody who wasn’t a student wasn’t allowed in. It was absolutely packed, and I’ll definitely be going back.

Newcastle rocks.

The drama that has been the hole in my ceiling has finally come to an end. Today, the ceiling was fixed by a nice ceiling-fixer man. He ripped more of the ceiling out, so we had a prettier hole, and then proceeded to fix it. He’s in the process of painting it at the moment. What a guy.

More good news - I got my hi fi back! It’s been about 8-10 weeks of having to play CDs via my laptop and my ps2, but finally I’m back to having a nice clear sound in my room. It’s currently pumping The Go! Team’s album, which I must say I’m very impressed with. I have a nice big queue of CDs to listen to. \o/

But with every drama, there’s ays a new problem lurking around the corner.

The shower saga is destined to drag on a bit longer, as there is now something growing on the back of our door. Whatever it is, it smells and it isn’t nice.


Gee willickers batman.

I’m off to watch Jarhead. Have a good weekend y’all. I’ll be back on Monday with some photos of Sunderland’s soon-to-be victory over Chelski.

My old boss had an obsession with the males in the workplace shaving on a daily basis. It’s almost understandable as hotels are all about appearance, but I could never go more than two days without shaving whenever I was back home and working there. It would get to the point where if you turned up with a hint of stubble, he’d have you take a shave before you started your shift and he’d give you the nastiest razors you’d ever come across in your life. You’d come out with your face cut up like you’d just been in a fight with Edward Scissorhands. So after my last shift on New Years Eve I decided that I was no longer going to shave, instead I would see what facial hair could spawn when I went back to university.

This is the current progress of the aforementioned ‘beard’.

The problem with having blonde hair is that your facial hair comes through looking white when you’re in a heavily lit room. That, and the fact I can’t grow a moustache, are the only qualms I have with my new furry face.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not a beard yet, but as they say Rome wasn’t built in a day. 12 days deep and my face feels warm and prickly. Beards are cool. And hopefully, just hopefully, people will start to mention me in the same sentence as Mr T and Chuck Norris. Maybe I’ll get an invite to a special club or something.

Or maybe my friends will make me shave it off when I go home.

Lupe Fiasco is a ‘muslim rap phenomenon’ from Chicago. Those of you that have listened to Kanye West’s latest album, Late Registration, will have heard Lupe on the third verse of Touch the Sky. Other than that there’s not been much mainstream exposure. He’s included on the bonus tracks of Fort Minor’s album, but I’m guessing if you’ve not heard of Lupe you won’t have listened to Fort Minor.

Here’s an article from XXL on an artist I think will shine in 2006. Click the picture to see it in full size;

I thought this guy was crazy to turn down Jay-Z and Kanye West, but he’s doing his thing and he’s getting exposure on his own, so props to him. He’s already released 3 mixtapes on his lonesome, and they’re all very impressive. 2006 is Lupe Fiasco’s year. Look out for his album, Food & Liquor, which should be out sometime the third quarter.

Hello.

The first serious debate of 2006 was had last night by myself, and my male flat mates. You see, one of them has a poster of Girls Aloud in his room (don’t ask, he’s a girl in a lads body) and it prompted an interesting dilemma.

I say interesting. You won’t be interested if you’re a girl. Or if you don’t speculate about having sex with attractive girls/celebrities.

The question we put forward; if you were faced with the opportunity to sleep with all the members of Girls Aloud - which order would you do it in?

Now, at face value this doesn’t seem like a difficult question, but as we discussed it with a fair degree of consideration its more difficult than first thought.

Most blokes would say they don’t care, they’d just be happy to be running the gauntlet. Let’s say that hypothetically you’re presented with situations like this all the time. Last week you banged the girls of Atomic Kitten all at once, and the day before that you were involved in a tug of war between Christina and Britney. So hypothetically this is everyday stuff to you now, which means you can be specific in the gauntlet.

So let the consideration begin. In which order do you do it?

Lets look at some of your options.

You could ‘do’ Cheryll first. But chances are your stamina would let you down, and that would only last a minute or so. This picture doesn’t do her justice, she’s absolutely stunning… and while spending a minute with her might be appealing, I know I’d rather spend a fair bit longer with one of the world’s most attractive women.

Alternatively, you could save Cheryll ’til last. At which point you’ve been through the other four members, you’re dripping with sweat and you’d struggle to take the challenge on. Look at the bright side, this session would last absolutely ages. I reckon after having the other four one after the other this could easily last an hour. Your performance probably wouldn’t please her, but who cares, everybody knows women don’t count.

So you’ve got the option of giving Cheryll your best loving first, and realistically lasting very little. Or saving Cheryll ’til last and getting to spend a hell of a lot more time with her.

In the dilemma, where I placed Cheryll depended on the rest of the line up. Cheryll is Girls Aloud, the rest are just making up the numbers as far as I’m concerned. But you could prefer the Ginger, I don’t know. That’s upto you. Anyway, let’s check out the others.

I’m gonna be straight with you. I don’t know the names of any of the other members… I think one is called Nadine, and I think that is the Irish one that we’re going to discuss in a while… but there’s a strong chance I could be wrong. I only embrace Girls Aloud on a visual level. Their music and their names don’t bother me. I only know who Cheryll is as she is engaged to Arsenal left-back Ashley Cole (you lucky sod).

So, for the purpose of this experiment, I’m going to name this young lady #2.

As I believe she’s the second most attractive in the group (I mean, look at those lips!). After Cheryll, and excluding the Ginger one, they’re all roughly about the same level of attractiveness. I’d say this one would get a 7 out of 10, although a 6 would be more likely when she’s not been apple bobbing in make up.

#2 would be a strong candidate for being the warm up to Cheryll, so I don’t think I’d dive in there first, but rather have her somewhere in the middle.

You’ve got to be quite tactful in planning the gauntlet. You can’t go out there all guns blazing. It’s like a game of minesweepers. If you go for the gung ho approach and start clicking everywhere you’re going to come away with nothing. If you go for the gung ho approach with Girls Aloud, hell, you’re still going to get to sleep with one attractive lady, three very good looking ladies and a ginger… but you could end up spending an awfully long time with the ginger if you’re unlucky.

Starting to see the dilemma?

Let’s throw in the rest of the girls then.

I told a lie when I said I only knew Cheryll Tweedy’s name, I actually know this one as well. Sarah Harding, a former bitch of Callum Best and a lady whose graced FHM many a time. I think she was on one of the calendars I had when I went through that phase of plastering my walls with tits and fit women.

Sarah Harding is without a doubt attractive, not as much as Cheryll, but probably more so than the rest of the girls. However for some reason she doesn’t do it for me. For that reason, she might be the opening act in the gauntlet.

To me, once Cheryll and the ginger one had taken their places, it didn’t really matter where the rest of them went. But do you save Sarah until later on, where you’ll have more time, or do you ‘get her out of the way’? Interesting decision. Of course, where you place Sarah depends on where Cheryll will be, and the same with #2.

If you thought it was starting to get complicated, it’s going to get a whole lot more difficult soon.

But before we get to that point, let’s look at the remaining attractive girl. This is the one I think is Nadine. She’s irish, I know that.

I went for a different photo to the rest of this shoot for this girl. I didn’t feel it did her justice. She can either look proper fit or fit for a beating.

So. Because I don’t know her name for sure, I’m going to christen her #4.

#4 has some gorgeous legs, but obviously doesn’t photograph very well. I don’t really have anything else to say about her.

And to be honest, there’s not much else I can say at this point.

You know how the gauntlet works.

You’ve got four attractive ladies so far, how you juggle them is up to you. Whether you give them your best loving and hope they scratch their phone numbers into your back because you’re that good, and risk putting them first, or if you play the stamina route and save the best ’til last. You’d be so tired your standards would obviously drop, but you’d be spending a lot more time doing your thing.

At this point there’s only one more person to place in the gauntlet. Probably the second most notorious member of Girls Aloud, but for the opposite reasons to Cheryll.

And as I said earlier, placing her is as important as where you place Cheryll.

Oh my, I hear you say.

The ugly duckling.

The ginger one.

Yes, as with placing the most beautiful of the bunch (Cheryll), you also need to plan where you’re going to place the least beautiful (this one).

Now, personally, I don’t think she’s that bad. I mean, sure she’s out of her depth. She stands out like Elton John would do if he had collaborated with NWA back in the day. Again, I don’t know her name, and instead of giving her a number I’m just going to call her ginge.

Do you put ginge first in your gauntlet? And ‘get it out of the way’. Ruin a bit of your energy, and just think about what’s to come. Close your eyes and think of Cheryll?

Or do you leave her until last. At this point you’ve had the four gorgeous ones and you’re shattered. Shattered beyond belief. You’re letting out gasps for air, hell if you’re asthmatic you’ve probably used your inhaler by now. Leaving her until last you’re going to be with her for a hell of a long time, but who cares? You’ve had the best four. You can just kind of lie there and reflect on the day. Like a drive home after a weekend away. The quality doesn’t count, your mind can distract you.

Or do you throw her in the middle?

Now you’ve considered them all, the gauntlet doesn’t seem such an easy task does it?

For me, I’d tackle either Sarah or #2 first. I’d follow Sarah/#2 with whichever I didn’t choose the first time round. So if I took Sarah first, I’d use #2 second. They’re both pretty much a warm up for Cheryll, lets face it. Cheryll would be my number three. I’m not shattered enough at this stage to be a big pile of sweat on top of her, collapsing every minute or so, but I’m going to be tired enough to last a while \o/. A nice balance, I think.

I’d finish the gauntlet by combining ginge with #4 (aka maybe the Irish one? aka I think her name is Nadine?) in a love triangle. I didn’t say that couldn’t be done, to be fair. If we say the ginge is a 3 and that #4 is a 6, which I think are both quite harsh-ish scores, then technically I’d be sleeping with a 9. And that’s never bad. I’d be shattered, and while ginge ain’t the greatest she ain’t too bad. Hell, I think she warrants more than a 3 but most will disagree, in which case I’ve got myself a potential 10+. Go team Woolford.

Sarah —> #2 —> Cheryll —> #4 + Ginge

I’m happy with that.

Click ‘leave a comment’ and tell me how you’d do the gauntlet. Or just slag off the ginger one.

Peace.

It’s so childish… but this made me laugh… hard… for a long, long time.

So, for those that weren’t lucky enough to see it or just for those who want to relive it, here’s Steven Gerrard’s slip after Liverpool’s 5-3 win at Luton.

I think it’s the “I hope that didn’t make it on TV” that did it for me, even though it was on live TV?

And how stupid is Alonso’s laugh? haha, everything about this is hilarious.

Must’ve been a scouser trying to steal his studs… *tumbleweed*

So it’s eight o’clock and I’m back in Sunderland. I just spent all afternoon doing the public transport route of York to Sunderland. My back aches and I’m now back chilling in my flat that I love so much. Although, it’s not as nice as it once was. About half an hour from reaching Sunderland I got a text from my flat mate saying that there’d been a leak in the flat above us that had gone through our ceiling, through the shower, and created a ‘massive’ gap in the kitchen ceiling. Followed by that were a series of texts about how I wouldn’t be allowed to stay tonight, and how they’d have to find me somewhere else to stay for the following week. For fucks sake. Imagine that, you’ve endured almost 3 hours of public transport and you’re on the final stretch… then you get the message that even when you’ve finished you’re going to carry on moving.

So I got home, opened the door and this is what I was greeted with.


I say that’s what I was greeted with. Actually, I just took these photos. When I first walked in the flat was a right tip. There was shit all over the floor, obviously from the ceiling having caved in or whatever. All our chairs in the front room (11 or so of them) have been ruined. They’re all wet through. The carpets a mess, but I guess it’s not that much worse than what it usually is being a student flat ;). The electric wasn’t working either, so the first thing I did was dump my stuff and put some leccy on our meter. Then I went and saw security.

Security smiled and laughed as soon as I said “errr… hi, I’m from flat 19…” at which point I was cut off and they handed me a piece of paper, and started telling me my options. I was dreading the news that I’d have to move for a week, because that would mean moving food/clothes not once, but twice in the space of a few days. I really couldn’t be arsed. I just wanted to lay down and listen to some Nas CDs. He said that the plumber wasn’t able to get out until next week, and that the flat is habitable but obviously without a shower. He offered me alternative ‘emergency’ accomodation, and said that it would be only for a week or so if I felt I couldn’t live in the flat. I declined. It’s not actually that bad, especially not as bad as I was expecting after the text messages I was getting. So I thanked him and went about my business.

He’s popped in since then and put notes under everybody’s doors offering them alternative rooms, he’s also cleaned up the mess downstairs (there’s no longer debris everywhere you look) and told me that Pharoahe Monch is ‘fucking shite’. I say Pharoahe Monch, he doesn’t have a clue what that is, he just referred to all rap music as ‘fucking shite’. Why I oughtta…

So a small tragedy has been avoided, and I now have to live with a hole in my kitchen ceiling for now. Bah, whatever. I’ve lived in Mexico where snakes and armadillos border your house, so a little bit of plaster missing from my roof isn’t worth beefing about. I’m now sat with a big bowl of soup (because I’ve got nothing else in my cupboards) and a big pile of ironing. I’ve rented out Requeim for a Dream & Assault on Precinct 13, courtesy of Love Film dot com, and I think I’ll give them a watch tonight. Nobody else is in the flat, and I’ve got sod all else to do. I’m certainly not going to finish my essays tonight, I’m too lazy.

Possible fireman’s pole in my flat > Working shower

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