Archive for March, 2010
It is a sad day such as this, when a hero falls down. David Beckham, a beloved member on the British, and international stage has been injured leaving him to miss what would be a record breaking fourth consecutive world cup.
The injury came to his achilles tendon, and it makes you wonder whether this will march him into retirement. As this world cup approached his place was a questionable one in the England side, although he proved a strong substitute, and AC Milan’s only decent player in the recent Champion’s league match.
He is famous for so much and perhaps it is his time leave the beautiful game, as he has acheived so much in the international arena. It is also inevitable that his body would give out before his mind with his everlasting commitment to football and capturing the hearts and minds of those around the world.
He’s argued with Ferguson, curled in a phenomenal amount of goals, even had a film where he is the inspiration (Bend it like Beckham), and I am sure his stamp and presence will remain in the hearts of every England fan.
Can someone tell me the point of Charles Bukowski? After reading two of his books: ‘The Post Office’ and ‘Hollywood’, I couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied with them, especially as they both ended ‘and then I wrote this book.’ All they seem to do is process these ‘complex’ characters who are at the bottom end of society through basic situations. Bukowski only commentates on his life and does not show any admirable qualities except honesty, and even uses this virtue in a downtrodden way. He celebrates only his vices and hates everything purely on principle, as society appears to hate him, and yet it gives him a job and a reason to carry on.
I could not relate to ‘Hollywood,’ due to its setting heavily being in the LA film industry, and I did not care for his glorifying of being a drunken fool. In the book he is asked “Who would care for the life of a drunk?” And I can’t believe that anyone would proudly and genuinely stand up and say they would, not the life of Henry Chinaski anyway.
When I read a book I feel the need to have gained something from the experience, not made to feel it is a horrible waste of time and money. This is obviously where I can not connect with Mr. Bukowski. Yes, he exposes organisations for who they are, but he forgets the fundamental point of writing; to inspire and entertain, rather than keep a meagre existence going and sell his readers short.
We are now on the home stretch to London 2012 Olympics. All we have seen of Britain’s Olympic potential in opening ceremonies is the famous double decker bus with David Beckham doing what he does best. Leaving our reputation in the hands of Boris Johnson is not a wonderous prospect, especially as he wetted our cringe reflexes when he sauntered to centre stage in China’s closing ceremony, and showed his well oiled flag-waving skills.
As I sat and watched Canada’s closing ceremony, however, with the likes of Michael J. Fox and Michael Buble, I could not help but think that we can upstage them. We have much more to offer in our history and our artistic talent. We have the likes of Sir Ian Mckellen and the Queen (though I am not asking her to partake in the ceremony). With a musical playground in the stadiums back garden we should not fail to be creative beyond belief. I hope we follow China and Australia and do not recede with our artistic licence to play acting our stereotypes just as Canada did. It is not down to the athletes, but down to us, as to whether we leave a strong and lasting impression, making it hard for Brazil to carry on the Olympic flame.