Trolljegeren

Troll Hunter, the most fun film I've seen for a long time. Refreshingly, its a Norwegian movie that succeeds on the scenery alone. Once you add in the storyline, you're onto a winner.
Intentional or not, the script and/or translation is, in parts, very funny. A very clever script which nods to the X Files, and brings in characters who would have slotted in perfectly.
A very funny story surrounding the popular children's (fairy) story of grumpy old Trolls coming out to eat in the woods and forests at night, but with a modern take on their pseudo existence (are they real or not?). For instance, the plot basically says "Yes, there are Trolls. But how does the modern world deal with their existence?" Cover them up, or destroy them?
The solution is never really decided, although with their growing mania, and excursions out of their natural habitats, they are unwittingly damaging the land and industries of humans outside their realm.
There were some golden moments in this film, which took me (36 years of age) back to feeling like a kid listening to the old folk adventure fairy tales. For me, it succeeded for that reason and many others.
Trolls. They live.

ITV not "sport"

ITV stick it up your rim.

ITV's coverage is absolutely pathetic.

Alan Partridge - debonair

I find the presenter (Matt is it?) one of the most vile, slimy, smarmy, and quip whipping f&ck stains ever to appear on TV.
He is the quintessential face of modern sports presenting. Vacuous, "nice", "clever" and more than slightly effeminate, virtually flirting with his ex-footballer guests as if he wants them to invite him to a wine bar after the show for a John Collins and a cuddle. You can see the guest pundits squirming when he speaks to them with a wry, confident, untouchable smile and a cryptic question hinting at a player's recent sexual activity, rather than his footballing skills. Smutty f&ck. Shut the hell up, and get on with the football.
Football match coverage starting an hour before kick off? Why, is that how long they need to collate the highlights of the week's delving into the private lives of footballers, and condemning them for having sex with consenting adults? I couldn't give a flying turd. Nobody is listening. Get on with the sport.
The way that TV and media smirk in triumphant style as they overtly claim that they are somehow responsible for the entertainment on show makes me want to vomit all over Gabby Yorath's Neanderthal bony face. All the wooshes and the close ups, the replays and the fireworks, the PA TW&T at each ground who marches around the pitch with a remote microphone that doesn't work properly, interrupts the fans' conversations, sing song, and the genuine atmosphere with banal attempts to whip up the crowd, shouting at the fans to "get behind the lads" (I would do if you would shut the f*ck up and turn off Katy Perry, you moronic f*ckstick!).

Deepdale - the home of football

I go to watch the lads playing football. I go to watch crunching tackles. To watch blood and sweat spilled in pursuit of victory. I do not want to win a match because the referee unfairly steps in to send off a player for trying his best to win the ball, and then not send off a player for cheating, shirt pulling, diving, or grabbing the ref's shirt. I can forgive a hard tackle. Its the game.
Nearly done....
The sooner the spanish and the swiss stop influencing world football, the better it will be. The current game is one that encourages cheating, and encourages players trying to win via any means other than taking on your opponent with ball and feet. And referees are encouraged to lead the way.
Spanish football is the way forward, I hear? Well drop down below Barca and Madrid, and you're in the standards of the English second tier, with a load more cheating.
Watching Wayne Rooney beckoning the ref for a red card at Eastlands made me physically sick. I really want to like the lad, but he is quite simply, thick as pig sh*t.
OK. Done. Spleen out. I feel much better.
Thank f*ck for Preston North End and Division One. Proper football. Real fans, young men working hard for their trade. You can keep your televised sport. Keep it. In fact, stick it up your %rse, ITV.