The Giants win over the Dragons came as a surprise in Chez Spoonfinger. To have done so without close season 'signing' Todd Carty was even more impressive. Having seen Todd skating around so elegantly on TV and remembering his moving performances on Grange Hill I think he would have brought something special to Superleague.
However it is possible to go too far with these celebrity signings. Would Leeds have been improved by playing Clint Eastwood? And as for Bradford with Dicky Bird? It was never a starter - though he would probably have been more effective than Ben Jeffries at 6.
Three cheers for Nobby Noble's big idea: bringing in big nobs from the Union game. To say this amidst rumours that Union coach Eddie Jones may take over at Wigan was very brave.
Tuesday 17 February 2009
Friday 6 February 2009
Hands off Stevo!
Each season many rugby fans become very abusive re Eddie Hemmings' side kick Mike 'Stevo' Stephenson. I think people underestimate the hard work and skill it takes to be the side kick of Britain's best sport commentator.
I have been asked if my mole could find out what Stevo does for Sky. Why people should think that a small dark facial spot (melanocytic nevus) would have such information is beyond me. Maybe it is a dig at the preponderance of moles that I have. Indeed if you 'join the moles' you end up with a passable drawing of Paul Cullen.
I was sent a brief description that purports to be Stevo's matchday responsibilities. they include:
1. Rise 5am and iron EH clothing including socks and 'lucky Y fronts'
2. Prepare breakfast for EH - inc kippers and Earl Grey tea
3. Give EH an Ayurvedic massage
4. Help EH to complete the Times crossword - provide sharp pencils
5. Stock up with crisps / scotch eggs / sherbert fountains for the game
6. Make EH laugh during game by saying silly things
7. Run EH's post match bath add Jo Malone nutmeg and ginger bath oil
8. While bathing provide EH with Perrier Jouet's Belle Epoque champagne
9. Make sure a bag of pork scratchings is available for 'bath snacks'
All this and more for the National minimum wage! Give the guy a break!!
I have been asked if my mole could find out what Stevo does for Sky. Why people should think that a small dark facial spot (melanocytic nevus) would have such information is beyond me. Maybe it is a dig at the preponderance of moles that I have. Indeed if you 'join the moles' you end up with a passable drawing of Paul Cullen.
I was sent a brief description that purports to be Stevo's matchday responsibilities. they include:
1. Rise 5am and iron EH clothing including socks and 'lucky Y fronts'
2. Prepare breakfast for EH - inc kippers and Earl Grey tea
3. Give EH an Ayurvedic massage
4. Help EH to complete the Times crossword - provide sharp pencils
5. Stock up with crisps / scotch eggs / sherbert fountains for the game
6. Make EH laugh during game by saying silly things
7. Run EH's post match bath add Jo Malone nutmeg and ginger bath oil
8. While bathing provide EH with Perrier Jouet's Belle Epoque champagne
9. Make sure a bag of pork scratchings is available for 'bath snacks'
All this and more for the National minimum wage! Give the guy a break!!
Wednesday 4 February 2009
Spoony's crystal ball
Many of the rugby big nobs have made their predictions for the 09 season. I have received no fewer than 287 requests for my tips in the last week. Though admittedly 286 came from Mrs McGillyCuddy.
I cannot look beyond the Rhinos for trophy winners. This is in part due to their exciting squad and in part due to Bluey. I once inadvertently cracked a walnut on the top of his head. He could have got quite shirty but responded like a gentleman. This contrasted with the response I got when I used the 'builder's crack' of a player to open a bottle of stout. He got a tad vexed and tried to thump me!
The man of steel will be that scamp Sean Long. Mother cannot wait to see his humourous hairstyles this year. I do hope Sean uses a good quality hair conditioner.
I cannot look beyond the Rhinos for trophy winners. This is in part due to their exciting squad and in part due to Bluey. I once inadvertently cracked a walnut on the top of his head. He could have got quite shirty but responded like a gentleman. This contrasted with the response I got when I used the 'builder's crack' of a player to open a bottle of stout. He got a tad vexed and tried to thump me!
The man of steel will be that scamp Sean Long. Mother cannot wait to see his humourous hairstyles this year. I do hope Sean uses a good quality hair conditioner.
Monday 2 February 2009
Unknown Pleasures
Mr Pew, my chaperone, for many years had a special friend. He lived with his friend, Denis, in a small flat which they shared with various hamsters - most notably one called Mr Joshua.
Denis died not long ago. However a few years ago the Pewster and Denis went to a small Jazz club in Hunslet. They were convinced that they saw Tough forward 2 Bobs Roberts playing the spoons AND Danny Brough giving a poetry recital. I once heard him recite "This be the Verse" by Philip Larkin. It was deeply moving.
It got me thinking about the unknown talents of players of the Greatest Game. I have been told that Sean Long is brilliant at Crocodile Dentist. That Dean Widders is unbeatable at Twister and Tony Smith can do a superb Freddy 'Parrot - Face' Davies impression. I was told that Richard Lewis and Nigel Wood do an uncanny 'Laurel and Hardy' routine at parties. I personally do not believe it.
Denis died not long ago. However a few years ago the Pewster and Denis went to a small Jazz club in Hunslet. They were convinced that they saw Tough forward 2 Bobs Roberts playing the spoons AND Danny Brough giving a poetry recital. I once heard him recite "This be the Verse" by Philip Larkin. It was deeply moving.
It got me thinking about the unknown talents of players of the Greatest Game. I have been told that Sean Long is brilliant at Crocodile Dentist. That Dean Widders is unbeatable at Twister and Tony Smith can do a superb Freddy 'Parrot - Face' Davies impression. I was told that Richard Lewis and Nigel Wood do an uncanny 'Laurel and Hardy' routine at parties. I personally do not believe it.
Sunday 1 February 2009
Senior spills the beans
So Keith Senior has lifted the lid on England's dreadful World Cup performances. The Leeds and Saints players were divided. How ? I wonder.
The bottom line is that the buck stops with Tony Smith. With dozens of experts in his backroom team this should not have been a problem.
When the cribbage teams of the 'Queen's Head' and 'Th'owd Daft Lad' had to merge in division 8 of the Transpennine open age cribbage league there was hell to pay. The Queens played a highly statistical form of scientific cribbage. The coach insisted on cold showers before each hand and a strict no alcohol rule for four months before a game. Whereas the Daft Lad prefered a more open expressive form of cribbage. They had a few beers and chilled more. The new coach, Martin Clunes (no relation) and assistant coach Nelson Mandela (no relation)had to act fast. They devised a 3 point plan:
1. A motivational talk by Lembit Opik
2. A second motivational talk by Lembit Opik - with Power point
3. Players from the opposing camps had to walk around holding hands.
The results were breathtaking. They won 22 straight games and Cribbage Today wrote:
" For uncompromising, in your face, hard nosed cribbage you must see the merged team. This is on the edge, winner takes all, high risk cribbage that I thought I would never see. These guys take no prisoners and live to win."
Surely in his detailed research Tony Smith has seen these results? I heard that he wanted 'We are the Cheeky Girls' as the team song so assumed Lembit would be on the staff. Alas no. Let's face it. Nobby Noble would not have made such an error.
The bottom line is that the buck stops with Tony Smith. With dozens of experts in his backroom team this should not have been a problem.
When the cribbage teams of the 'Queen's Head' and 'Th'owd Daft Lad' had to merge in division 8 of the Transpennine open age cribbage league there was hell to pay. The Queens played a highly statistical form of scientific cribbage. The coach insisted on cold showers before each hand and a strict no alcohol rule for four months before a game. Whereas the Daft Lad prefered a more open expressive form of cribbage. They had a few beers and chilled more. The new coach, Martin Clunes (no relation) and assistant coach Nelson Mandela (no relation)had to act fast. They devised a 3 point plan:
1. A motivational talk by Lembit Opik
2. A second motivational talk by Lembit Opik - with Power point
3. Players from the opposing camps had to walk around holding hands.
The results were breathtaking. They won 22 straight games and Cribbage Today wrote:
" For uncompromising, in your face, hard nosed cribbage you must see the merged team. This is on the edge, winner takes all, high risk cribbage that I thought I would never see. These guys take no prisoners and live to win."
Surely in his detailed research Tony Smith has seen these results? I heard that he wanted 'We are the Cheeky Girls' as the team song so assumed Lembit would be on the staff. Alas no. Let's face it. Nobby Noble would not have made such an error.
Saturday 31 January 2009
Holiday in Bridgend
Though British to my fingertips I love the buzz around Australians. Their energy, sense of humour and accents are all very exciting. Spending time in Brisbane and Sydney each year is a joy to me, Mother and Mr Pew (my chaperone).
Sadly we are being hit by the credit crunch and oz is off the agenda. Happily we have a solution. We will load up the Ford Anglia with vegemite and Prisoner Cell Block H DVDs and drive down to Bridgend. There we can hear dozens of Aussies accents every day. I do hope they have named a part of the town 'Little Sydney'. If we can visit a Celtic Crusaders training session we will play "spot the Welshman'.
At Chez Spoonfinger we love and admire Crusaders coach Mr Dixon. In our downstairs lavatory we have framed photographs of the four greatest bearded men in history. These are:
Sigmund Freud
Charles Darwin
Brian Blessed
John Dixon
Mr Dixon is not out of place with these great men.Though no match for the greatest bearded women.
While in Wales we hope to pay homage to that great RL summariser Jonathan Davies. Apparently in his youth he used to play the game. He is a man of great mental toughness. Sitting through hours of commentary by Ray "french letters" French cannot be easy. I am told that Jonathan's predecessor threw himself out of the gantry during one of Ray's anecdotes about playing a game on frozen ground during the winter of 1946.
I hope we have more luck with Mr Davies on our next visit. Last time Mother had composed a poem "Jonathan my Jonathan with your cheeky impish grin". Mr Protheroe had got a jar of vintage "ChateauBillinge " pickled turnips and I had created a fuzzy felt picture of Jonathan and Robbie Paul eating some chips. When we got to what we believe is Jonathan's home we knocked and knocked on his door. No answer. So Mr Pew shouted through his letter box. I recall his exact words:
" We've been driving for 6 hours its 3am in the morning and freezing can you let us in? Mrs McGillyCuddy needs your toilet and Mr Protheroe's turnips go a funny colour in the cold!"
Within minutes the local police turned up. They thought my fuzzy felt picture was very pretty.
Sadly we are being hit by the credit crunch and oz is off the agenda. Happily we have a solution. We will load up the Ford Anglia with vegemite and Prisoner Cell Block H DVDs and drive down to Bridgend. There we can hear dozens of Aussies accents every day. I do hope they have named a part of the town 'Little Sydney'. If we can visit a Celtic Crusaders training session we will play "spot the Welshman'.
At Chez Spoonfinger we love and admire Crusaders coach Mr Dixon. In our downstairs lavatory we have framed photographs of the four greatest bearded men in history. These are:
Sigmund Freud
Charles Darwin
Brian Blessed
John Dixon
Mr Dixon is not out of place with these great men.Though no match for the greatest bearded women.
While in Wales we hope to pay homage to that great RL summariser Jonathan Davies. Apparently in his youth he used to play the game. He is a man of great mental toughness. Sitting through hours of commentary by Ray "french letters" French cannot be easy. I am told that Jonathan's predecessor threw himself out of the gantry during one of Ray's anecdotes about playing a game on frozen ground during the winter of 1946.
I hope we have more luck with Mr Davies on our next visit. Last time Mother had composed a poem "Jonathan my Jonathan with your cheeky impish grin". Mr Protheroe had got a jar of vintage "ChateauBillinge " pickled turnips and I had created a fuzzy felt picture of Jonathan and Robbie Paul eating some chips. When we got to what we believe is Jonathan's home we knocked and knocked on his door. No answer. So Mr Pew shouted through his letter box. I recall his exact words:
" We've been driving for 6 hours its 3am in the morning and freezing can you let us in? Mrs McGillyCuddy needs your toilet and Mr Protheroe's turnips go a funny colour in the cold!"
Within minutes the local police turned up. They thought my fuzzy felt picture was very pretty.
Friday 30 January 2009
Toilet Heights
On occassions Mrs McGillycuddy will accompany us to a game. She is a rotund lady with dodgy hips. This means that getting out of a low slung toilet can be problematic. For this reason it is sometimes necessary to make enquiries about:
* Toilet heights (floor to seat)
* Whether the toilet attendants have appropriate lifting cetificates
* Whether there is a lavatory winch available (fixed or mobile)
Getting answers from super league clubs on this issue is difficult in the other leagues it is virtually impossible. Yet we need to know. It would appear that no one has toilet heights at their finger tips. Nor do clubs employ toilet attendants! I well remember using the urinals at Wakefield and asking a fan where I would find a heated towel and some passable eau du toilette. He looked at me like I was from another planet. and do not get me started on winches. They are virtually standard in the USA. Many of the fans I see at games are no strangers to the sweet trolley yet the game is winch free.
If Mrs McGillyCuddy has trouble getting up she panics. When she panics she sweats! During one game at half time Mother (aged 87) created an impromptu pulley system using a towing cable. It took 28 minutes to get Mrs McG on her hind legs. By the time they got back to their seats the game had finished!
When money is tight we need top class customer service in our game. Some clubs need to step up to the plate.
* Toilet heights (floor to seat)
* Whether the toilet attendants have appropriate lifting cetificates
* Whether there is a lavatory winch available (fixed or mobile)
Getting answers from super league clubs on this issue is difficult in the other leagues it is virtually impossible. Yet we need to know. It would appear that no one has toilet heights at their finger tips. Nor do clubs employ toilet attendants! I well remember using the urinals at Wakefield and asking a fan where I would find a heated towel and some passable eau du toilette. He looked at me like I was from another planet. and do not get me started on winches. They are virtually standard in the USA. Many of the fans I see at games are no strangers to the sweet trolley yet the game is winch free.
If Mrs McGillyCuddy has trouble getting up she panics. When she panics she sweats! During one game at half time Mother (aged 87) created an impromptu pulley system using a towing cable. It took 28 minutes to get Mrs McG on her hind legs. By the time they got back to their seats the game had finished!
When money is tight we need top class customer service in our game. Some clubs need to step up to the plate.
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