Book Review: A Street Cat Named Bob by James Bowen
Posted: May 22, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: books, book reviews (non-fiction), books 2013, homeless, James Bowen, A Street Cat Named Bob 1 Comment »It’s no wonder that this book has proved popular as it includes a lot of ingredients which will win it a place in people’s hearts. A story of hope and redemption, and a heartwarming friendship between a man and his cat.
The book follows Bowen, a recovering drug addict living in sheltered housing, who scratches a living from busking and finds himself adopting a stray cat named Bob, who he quickly develops affection for. Bob’s presence becomes a positive force in his life, providing Bowen with something to anchor his life to and a sense of responsibility, providing him with the reason to finally get completely clean of drugs.
Bob also proves beneficial to his busking, as many of the people who pass are drawn in by the cat and he inspires good will and random acts of kindness from strangers, helping Bowen survive, first as a busker and later as a Big Issue vendor.
Bowen’s not the best writer in the world, but there’s a simple, honest tone to his writing and his affection for Bob is clear, and it’s a rather charming tale. Bowen also provides an insight into life on the streets and drug addiction, particularly the challenges and negative responses buskers can receive and the politics and rivalries of Big Issue sellers in London.
It exposed my own naivety about the vendors, as I’d always assumed a kind of camaraderie between them, but I guess at the end of the day they are in competition and Bowen and Bob’s popularity was bound to rub people up the wrong way. Still, it’s rather sad to see how they turn on one another.
There are times when he’s a little vague, particularly about some of the “bad things” he’s done in his past, but that’s the man’s prerogative and really the book is less about his past and more about his hope for the future he attempts to craft for himself and Bob.
It’s all rather sweet and heartwarming, and while there are negative sides and frankly upsetting evidence of how douchey people can be to the homeless, it generally reaffirms your faith in the decency and kindness of people.
Verdict: A sweet and hopeful story of second chances and redemption. It’s not life changing but it’s a pleasant enough way to pass the time and sure to warm the cockles of your heart. 6/10.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.
Random Song: Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus
Posted: May 21, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bands I've seen live, gigs, music, nostalgia, random songs, Teenage Dirtbag, Wheatus Leave a comment »I got lost on a nostalgic chain of thought this morning. It started when I was thinking about the gig I’m going to next week, where I’m seeing Journey supported by Whitesnake and Thunder.
I love Journey and their brand of soft rock, but I think we all know that their set is going to build up to end with their most famous track, “Don’t Stop Believin’”. This got me thinking about bands who have one song that they have to save to last because that’s what people have come for and gigs I’ve been too, which brought me to this song.
Wheatus was the second proper gig I went too, having mainly been to see mates’ bands play and to things like Radio 1′s One Big Sunday. I’d actually seen Wheatus before at the Radio 1 event, and owned their album, which is quite a good little pop punk record.
The gig was lots of fun, and the band were on top form, playing with real energy and a sense of fun. They built up to this track and their second single, a cover of Erasure’s “A Little Respect”, and the crowd went off when this dropped.
I love this song. It is hands down one of my favourite songs, although I regularly half-forget about it. It might not have the impact of Dylan’s “Hurricane”, the artistry of “Stairway to Heaven” or the heartfelt lyrics of “Tracks of My Tears” but it’s still got a place in my heart.
It treads fairly familiar territory- unrequited love for a girl who barely knows our lovelorn narrator exists but there’s a sense of humour to the track and a really catchy, singalong chorus.
I think it also has a special place because of nostalgia and personal reasons. I first heard about the track because a girl I fancied at school had heard it while on holiday to the states and used a line as her tagline on MSN chat. As I mentioned I also saw them live and the song got a fair bit of play when I first started going out drinking in Swansea, so it’s kinda connected to that period of my life.
It was also a pop song my Dad adopted. My Dad’s pretty set in his ways musically- it’s mainly Neil Young with bits of The Stones, Elton John and Dylan dropped into the mix now and then, but he has this habit of occasionally being charmed by random pop songs. This is probably the one he got into the most, I think he liked the kinda goofy charm of it all, but he also liked “Dilemma” by Nelly and Kelly Rowland.
So, for all those reasons I love it, but I also love it because it’s a well crafted pop punk song. The chorus is catchy and awesome, and there’s also something kinda sweet about how unapologetically teenage and “high school” it is. It’s got a kind of innocent charm to it, and I really love it. Also, it’s one of a handful of songs that even with long gaps between I can probably still sing word for word.
Come on, everybody, join in!
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.
I miss smug Dave
Posted: May 20, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Conservatives, David Cameron, Ed Miliband, Labour, Nigel Farage, politics, UKIP Leave a comment »I don’t like David Cameron. I always thought his “nice Conservatives” angle was a front and I definitely understood why many people regarded him as smug. He did carry himself with confidence and like he knew what he was doing, which can be annoying to those of us riddled by self doubt and just drifting through life.
It probably helped that he was going up against Gordon Brown, who was horrendously unpopular at the time.
Cameron won the 2010 election and became Prime Minister and for a while smug Dave continued- most of the problems could be blamed on the guy who’d had the job before him and opposition was weak. He’d formed a coalition with Britain’s 3rd party the Lib Dems, so they weren’t giving him too much grief and the Labour party had to sort out getting a new leader, so that gave him a reprieve.
The fact that Labour opted for Ed Milliband must have been a relief to Cameron because I can’t remember any opposition leader who’s been as uninspiring. Seriously, leader of the opposition is probably the cushiest job in politics, as you basically fire shots at the PM and say how you’d do things differently without having to worry about acting on those ideas.
But 3 years in, and smug Dave is slipping and Cameron is looking less sure of himself. The next election is due in 2015, and Cameron should nail that, but mainly because there’s no serious contenders. However, recently he’s appeared a little rattled.
Bizarrely the cause for this is fringe party UKIP (United Kingdom Independence Party), previously regarded as nothing more than a gang of Europhobic douches. I mean, this was a party where one of the major players was Robert Kilroy-Silk, for crying out loud.
Kilroy was best known for his TV chat show which was kind of like The Jerry Springer Show, but with a twist- no matter the subject of the episode nobody was ever as loathsome as the show’s host. Kilroy was an intensely smug and slappable bloke who’s television career was a complete mystery.
UKIP bizarrely became a force to be reckoned with, despite being led by Nigel Farage, a man who seems incapable of being photographed without looking like an old Punch cartoon of a dim witted aristo;
UKIP gathered momentum and seemed to be snatching away Tory voters and a testimony to this was their recent success at council elections (for those unfamiliar with UK politics this is low level local government). With Tory voters abandoning ship Cameron was in a conundrum.
He’d been dissing them for quite a while and suddenly they were a serious problem. While they’re pretty far from being a major force, they were stealing Tory voters, which put him on shakier ground. Ridiculing them had been easy, but now it seemed that Tory advisers were telling him this was the wrong tack and he should be trying to lure back the disillusioned Tories who’d been leaving.
Bollocks to that.
I’m no political analyst or strategic genius (my laptop routinely kicks my ass in chess) but I’d have advised keeping going with the mocking. Tear them to shreds, draw attention to some of their nuttier/dodgier members (of which there are several) and undermine them at every opportunity. Make the party a joke and by association anyone who votes for them a fool, and those deserters will come back. Cameron could have turned the screws and crushed his enemy, seen them driven before him and heard the lamentations of their women.
But instead there was a major lurch to the right.
It was a massive overcompensation in the face of a minor threat (council election victories doesn’t guarantee success in the General Election) and I think it made the PM look weak. He seemed to have lost control and was scrabbling around in the dirt trying to snatch up a relatively small group of supporters from a party which has never been taken that seriously.
It made him look so bad even Ed Miliband managed to land a decent zinger on him, saying of Cameron’s approach to UKIP:
They used to call them clowns. Now they want to join the circus.
It’s a good line.
Panicked Cameron announced plans for a referendum on Europe, playing into UKIP hands and toughened up his stance on immigrants, another issue central to the rift forming in the party, and always an easy target.
Cameron’s been reeling and it’s set a worrying precedent for him giving ground to the section of his party on the right. The Tories have always been to the right of centre, but Cameron has in some ways been a force for good, much as I dislike him. He seems commited to marriage equality and I’d be hugely disappointed in him if he abandoned this just to keep the old guard on side.
I’ve never fully trusted Cameron and his nice guy front, but at least he always seemed to be doing what he thought was best. This shift to recapture the defectors is not a good sign, and the worrying question is how far will he go. If he’s willing to play up to the UKIP crowd to get back votes it’s not unreasonable to think that were right wing scumbags the BNP to start pinching Tory votes he’d start trying to play to that audience.
I’m not saying that UKIP are as bad as the BNP, who are a whole other level of oxygen thieves, but there’s probably a little overlap. Farage himself discussed the fact that around one in three BNP members would vote for UKIP, which should really be enough to have told him he’s doing something wrong. If BNP members are on side with you then you’re definitely a baddie.
And even the EDL (English Defence League) have given the party support.
Taking a step towards UKIP is taking a step towards these two organizations and you should never move towards either of them. Unless you’re waving a bloody big stick.
So come on Dave, get back to being more self assured and don’t bother with these nutbars, I suspect that they’ll turn out to be the agents of their own demise anyway.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.
Down with the trumpets! or Steelers Reel: Port Talbot Town vs Bala
Posted: May 19, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Bala, football, Port Talbot Town, sport, Welsh Premier League Leave a comment »On a gloriously sunny day Port Talbot Town welcomed Bala to the GenQuip Stadium for the playoff final to decide which of them would get to go to the Europa League next year.
It was a high stakes game and the end of the season for both teams, and the nice weather and flowing booze meant that a decent crowd had gathered to enjoy the fun, festive, end-of-term atmosphere.
Unfortunately, the game that unfolded was painfully uninspiring. The Steelmen had the home advantage, and vocal home support, but perhaps the occasion got the better of them, and they were wasteful, sloppy and confused throughout. A few half chances emerged and the woodwork rattled, but there was a lack of edge to the team, and their passing was often wayward, the ball bouncing about aimlessly and they looked rusty.
I’d witnessed Welsh Premier matches before, and they can be good fun, I’ve seen the GenQuip play host to thrilling encounters, but here the home team seemed to have come undone. Any other team would have had them on the rack much earlier, but Bala were shaky too.
Bala passed the ball a bit better, and showed better vision, but they were sloppy too and far too much time was spent aimlessly hoofing it back and forth, with both teams being guilty of woeful first touches and passes struck into areas they wanted teammates to be in, as opposed to where they actually were.
My friends, new to the League, and spoilt by the free passing skill available at the Liberty were even more frustrated by the display, the pre-kick off enthusiasm melting away in the sunshine. With the game proving a dud, much of our enjoyment came from watching the fans.
Port Talbot’s home support was the more vocal, especially the “ultras” (as with all self endowed nicknames it was comical in its egotism and distance from reality) who kept up a healthy stream of chanting throughout and seemed to be enjoying their singsong more than the game unfolding, at times seemingly oblivious to the events on the park as they switched songs with enthusiastic verve.
However, they appeared to have blown their wad a little too soon, having thrown their blue and white loo rolls onto the field at the start they were left to content themselves with waving flags, donning comedy wigs and stripping to the waist. It’s never the people you want to go topless who take off their shirts, is it?
The atmosphere was cheerful enough, although the tuneless trumpeter would have been grounds enough for violence in the stands, as he played the instrument like a man who’d seen the instrument played once but not quite worked out the mechanics or what a tune was.
Watching the gang of drunk middle aged men and their oddly menacing children helped pass the time through a dragging first half, with the highlight being the fans jeering at a small girl who fell over at pitch side. Stay classy, Port Talbot.
The second half was mor of the same, and after chips and cans of tepid cider and lager from the clubhouse we relaxed in the sun, sat behind the Town goal where a gaggle of Bala had gathered and subjected us to chants in the insufferable Gog accent. The youthful group had clearly come down with family members who’d wisely decided to distance themselves from their spawn.
Taking a 3 hour trip to watch your team may sound like dedication, but having been to Bala I’m sure they’d take any excuse to get out of town for a few blissful hours.
Bala continued to be the better of the two teams, faint praise indeed, and as the clock ran down my shaky allegiance to Port Talbot wavered. I just wanted a goal, any goal, to be scored, as the promise of an extra half hour was as unappealing as leftover kebab after a big night out.
Port Talbot, Bala, it didn’t matter. I just wanted out.
The sun was baking my brain and my irritation with my Northern countrymen was growing by the second, especially as I listened to some moron discussing that North Wales is dominant in the football stakes, a statement that spoke either of complete ignorance of the wider footballing world or the most serious case of sun stroke ever recorded.
The heat and frustration had the awakened something within me and I felt it rising, the need to tell this idiot that the three best teams in Wales are all Southern and that dominance in the Welsh Prem is equivalent to being the tallest dwarf in the circus.
Port Talbot appeared to be nearing a chance, and a blatant penalty was overlooked by the referee, before Bala came down and turned the screw. A good save from the first chance denied them, but the rebound was buried into the net and the Bala fans reacted with an explosion of joy usually reserved for when Bruce Willis stops an asteroid hitting the earth.
Their joy was grating, but hand on heart, their team deserved the win. Port Talbot had been too sloppy and blunt to earn a victory, and Bala had kept their heads better.
We left the ground quickly, as Bala fans stormed the field. It was a pity, and a wasted opportunity from the Steelmen. Bala must wait to see who they draw, but given yesterday’s display I imagine their European adventure will be quite short lived.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.
Pic Post: Gingers, Graffiti and a Great Waste of Time
Posted: May 18, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: funny stuff, gingers, graffiti, hot picture of the week, Mila Kunis, pic post, pranks, zombies Leave a comment »Awesome Graffiti 1
Pointless, but super cool.
This must have taken him ages, but whoever he is, it was worth it to look this awesome.
Love for gingers
Awesome Graffiti 2
It had to be done.
In terrible taste, but so damn funny!
I especially like that he waited 2 hours before offering an explanation.
Hot Picture of the Week
This week’s hot girl is Mila Kunis, recently voted FHM’s sexiest woman of the year. She seems pretty cool and is really funny in most of the things I’ve seen her in, and of course, sensationally hot.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.
Book Review: The Rum Diary by Hunter S Thompson
Posted: May 17, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: book reviews (fiction), books, books 2013, Hunter S Thompson, reading, The Rum Diary Leave a comment »Hunter S Thompson is one of my all time favourite writers and personal heroes, and I have a lot of love for his twisted, dark style, so I was curious to see what his long lost novel would be like. Written in the early ’60s the book remained unpublished until the late ’90s.
The story follows journalist Paul Kemp, who in the late 1950s moves to San Juan in Puerto Rico to work for the local English language paper. San Juan is starting to develop into a tourist destination but is still a rather wild, corrupt town and Kemp soon falls into a routine of almost constant inebriation among his fellow journalists, a mix of burn outs, chancers and wasters.
In the sweltering heat Kemp begins to assess his life, begins to feel that he is getting old and debates settling down, all the while battling within himself between his former, more reckless urges and an association with more established respectable people. The paper he works for is struggling and one of his new friends turns out to be violent and unpredictable, and Kemp finds himself drawn to the man’s lover.
After a brush with the law Kemp finds himself working for developers and pro-tourist groups to write copy and is torn over the morality of this, especially as he dislikes several of the people involved. Things come to a head when Kemp travels to a carnival on another island and things quickly get out of hand.
First of all, I have to say this is considerably weaker than the other Thompson works I’ve read, but it’s still a pretty good read. Loosely autobiographical (Thompson worked for an ill fated paper in San Juan) it captures this kind of jaded, disillusioned feeling of getting old and the energy and integrity of youth starting to fade, which is rather surprising as Thompson was only 22 when he started writing it.
Plot wise it’s a little sparse, with a freewheeling style as Kemp shuffles along, getting into a few scrapes along the way, but it’s really about tone and atmosphere and Thompson shines here, really capturing this sense of a stagnant, claustrophobic town with the characters merely going through the motions and retreating into the bottle to avoid the slightly intimidating, sordid surroundings.
When things do flare up Thompson shows flashes of the writer he would become, capturing the events with his usual chaotic and vivid descriptions and there’s also the same kind of cynical observation and dark humour which would be a consistent theme throughout his work.
As I said, it’s far from Thompson’s best but it’s still an interesting read, even if it left me cold at times. There’s a kind of willful, almost cowardly, amorality to Kemp which makes him an unsympathetic narrator, and there are a few moments where characters act in ways that don’t quite ring true, but given the weird mix of oddballs who gravitate to San Juan in the book it can almost be excused.
It gets dark and uncomfortable in places, but it’s still worth checking out, especially for fans of Thompson’s work as it serves to kind of show his developing style and voice.
Verdict: Interesting in places, and very well written, it nevertheless struggles because of an unlikable narrator and a plot which is a little bit too baggy at times. Interesting rather than enjoyable. 6/10.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.
Joke time.
Posted: May 16, 2013 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: jokes Leave a comment »How do you kill a circus?
Go for the juggler.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.












