Happy Face

http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/football/25704476 The google eyed freak is a joke. One save and Hart gets in his team of the week despite being a cheating prick that was rooted to the spot for a 30 yard shot from the worst striker of a ball in the league ..and I watched the Hull Chelsea game. Cole was tortured at left back. He was left for dead 4 times in the first 20 minutes.

Santon was properly pissed off with Ben Arfa when he passed to Hart rather than him free on the edge if the box.

I'm reading outliers at the minute and he's talking about the 10000 hours theory of becoming world class at something. It made me want to do 3 hours a day on the guitar for 10 years... Then I realized... ain't nobody got time for that.

I'm a big puff for them meself. We've had the album on all morning. "he's a bit of a fixer upper do de do de do"

I picture the David Brent face there where he lists his heroes... "I'd go Milligan, Cleese, Everett.......... Sessions. "

I wouldn't give the daily mail a click through, but do you remember the headline "Just 100 cod left in the North Sea". http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00yc3qs

Frozen I enjoyed it, but then I put on toy story of terror and got more entertainment in 20 minutes.

I like the Robbie's Fowler and Savage talking up their opposition to homophobia and how the game is free of it now. Bad week to have them 2 on

..and Everton winning 17 nil

50m uninsured apparently. You're right. It would be out by a factor of 10 so I assume the bigger business and family plans ate much better and more expensive. Watching the daily show last night they had a clip of someone using the website and it said their monthly bill was $130. Maybe the shittiest of the shittest plan.

In the "US"

270m people in the is have insurance. At $100 a month each that is $324000m. I don't even know what that number is, but it sounds pretty big... Every year.

I blocked him years ago... And I never minded him on here

I used to tape songs off the radio as well.

Jesus Christ. For someone who says what he thinks I don't remember Stevie ever commenting on the gay smiley on here. TWUM tbh.

They're shite on the road. I reckon we'll do them. If the Mackenms, cardiff and Villa can then there's no reason we shouldn't. They've conceded 2 in 3 of their last 4 on the road, and drew the other 1-1. They can be exploited, we just need to be solid at the back. What's that? No Coloccini? Or Debuchy? Highest scoring league game of the year

http://www.bbc.com/sport/0/football/25665649 All but one of their home losses have come when Van Persie was out injured. NUFC were the only ones he couldn't make the difference for

Icefilm

I thought my view of it being a poor year was tainted by having the new kid and not listening to as much as usual, but I do have 25 of the 33 albums that made most critic's top 10s.... http://www.metacritic.com/feature/critics-pick-top-ten-albums-of-2013 Yeezus being number one on almost twice as many lists as any other album is daft as far as I'm concerned. In the 'Listening' thread when it came out I said... I stand by that. I would enjoy an insrumental version of the album far more. Vampire weekend deserve to be in there. I think I was too kind to the Daft Punk effort when it arrived...as were most. Get Lucky is an all time great, obviously, but then Nile Rodgers is a genius. There are a few other good songs on there. One great song with a few good ones is usually enough of a sign that an album will become a classic over time, but I already tend to skip half the songs on the album if they pop up. I skip nowt on Homework and much less on Discovery. Arcade Fire should have made a double album when they were on Funeral form, not current form. Chance the Rapper grates on me with his high pitch...as does Kurt Vile with his moany low one. Disclosure and Parquet Courts deserve to be in there with Vampire Weekend. ..and now I'm boring myself. I was going to go through the whole list with where they felt like let-downs, but who could be arsed to read it. My top 10 albums not among the critics choices follow. Click the names for full reviews Claude VonStroke Crenshaw is always one to leave on a high, and "Can't Wait" is a hairs-on-end closer rendered with a soaring build, its pseudo-trance riffs toned down into piano-led tech-house. It's a sumptuous close to an album that occasionally sees Crenshaw at his most experimental, and though he might not always hit the mark, in some moments he's utterly sublime. Colin Stetson As otherworldly as he sounds when he let’s out a yawp and his saxophone starts ravenously chewing on some baritone notes like a hungry dog, there’s a direct connection to who Stetson is, his emotions, his beliefs. He’s closer to Tuvan throat singing than Albert Ayler, and maybe closer to Swans’ noisy dramas than to John Coltrane, but the language of all of those artists melt into his work. It’s the closest thing to a universal language music has to offer — and you’ve never heard anything like it. The Dodos Carrier is sad, its melancholy almost oppressively palpable at times, but the Dodos refuse to wallow – if anything, Carrier is a learning experience in eleven songs. The Dodos have always been a subtle band, even with all the dizzying drumming and blistering acoustics, but Carrier, whether it’s because of the electric guitar’s welcome textures or the band’s deliberate pacing, rarely fails to connect. What could have been a morbid, circular examination of loss is instead a reflection on life, friends, love, and how to deal with the kind of gaping hole that opens under one with no warning. Earl Sweatshirt The morbid horror-show rapper heard previously has grown into an observational maverick-style artist, offering downtrodden and even dour rhymes that come off like MF Doom recounting his visit to the Grand Guignol. Eminem There is confidence and maturity here; introspection and regret are balanced with a clear idea of his place in rap's history. His flows are exceptional (Rap God contains an unbelievable feat of double-time rhyming) and the wordplay dazzling. The jokes, in places offensive, are relentless and ribald. There is no apology, though, no concession; just a considered, virtuoso application of talent. Fuck Buttons Every sound on Slow Focus is smooth, polished, and lovingly molded, like a factory-shaped piece of steel. The album's tone is a curious mix of juiced and muted, like Hung and Power have rewired the maximalism of stadium EDM to arrive at the minimalist emptiness of someone like Detroit's Robert Hood. This is perfectionist's music. Power and Hung have made either the year's most introverted party album or the most expansive loner's album; either way, there are few albums this year that offer this much space to get lost in. Ludovicio Einaudi In a Time Lapse instead focuses on driving dynamics, prominent violins, and underlying percussion to create Einaudi’s most purposeful work yet. It is a release that will undoubtedly solidify Einaudi’s place as one of the greatest pianists and composers of our era. RJD2 A consummate crate-digger and sample hunter, RJ lines the path in between nu-disco, dusty soul, rock ‘n’ roll, spiraling organ runs, and brash hip-hop. As the title suggests, its 16 tracks are a cacophony of aesthetics pulled from the producer’s myriad inspirations. However, unlike other mad scientists, RJD2′s creations are beautiful offshoots of their distorted components rather than monster mashes. The Thermals The production from John Agnello, who’s done terrific work with Dinosaur Jr. and The Hold Steady, can’t be overlooked. The grit found on The Thermals’ early records has returned, and it gives Desperate Ground a proper snuff-film graininess. There are no harmonies, leaving Harris’s vocals to cut through like a rusty saw blade. And guitars are thoroughly cranked, held taut by Foster’s fuzz bass and Westin Glass’s slappy drumming. Desperate Ground is easily the best Thermals record since The Body, The Blood, The Machine. It’s a return what the trio does best: Making your body move to pogo, while your brain quietly weeps for humanity. Nothing like a little bloodshed to get the blood, and the fists, pumping. Villagers Like many a gifted writer garlanded with lavish acclaim at the outset of their career, Villagers' Conor J O'Brien was wracked with self-doubt when the time came to follow up his Mercury-nominated, Ivor Novello Award-winning debut. The treadmill of two years' touring had all but crushed his creative spirit, and he hated the songs he was writing with a guitar. So he adopted an entirely different approach, re-immersing himself in youthful penchants for electronica, krautrock, funk and jazz-fusion, and creating groove soundscapes as the basis upon which to build new songs. Whether it's buffing the Bon Iver-esque sheen of "My Lighthouse" with sleek harmonies, or building "The Waves" from its staccato tattoo into a maelstrom of snarling guitar, pulsing synth and sweeping orchestration, these songs fizz with the excitement of creation.

Stuff like Rush, Gravity, Captain Philips and that are on XBMC in 720p with no downloads or torrents or owt. I'm forever in Gemmil's debt tbh.

The Oscar nominations are out next week so there should be pretty good screeners of most of the best films either out now or along pretty soon.

No-one wants to start the Man City thread do they?

I was* the opposite of Dr Gloom. ...and this *"was"

Shame about his paedo life.

Sorry Desmond, misread your post. ...whatever the fuck it's supposed to prove.