Shite wrapped in silk is still shite

Introducing the greatest marketing ploy of all time, here is the Vortex Bottle by Miller.


P.T. Barnum must have been spinning in his grave when this crack-whore of an ad campaign came out. Lets see if we can take a very average light beer and over value the product by making grooves in the bottle, the same bottle that will end up in a landfill the next day.
I wonder if the brewmasters vortex bottle fillers at Miller are ashamed every time this farce of a commercial runs, or are they laughing all the way to the bank knowing that all over the U.S. stoned frat boys are giddy while standing in line at the booze shop, just hard with anticipation of getting their paws on a vortex bottle.

I have lived here long enough to know that the taste of Miller Lite has not changed since 1984, that was when I had my first one (Sorry Mum and Dad) but I was thirsty.
I also would not turn one down on a hot day, but I am not daft enough to believe that the Vortex bottle somehow alters the taste by allowing the "Greatness" to flow out faster. I say BULLSHIT all the way.

Here is an example of great American beer, it has not changed since 1983, that was when I had my first six pack (Sorry Mum and Dad) I was bored and thirsty.

The Old Dog - Old Milwaukee, like the man said "It doesn't get any better than this"

Psst. need a deal on a strip

So who Celt the jerseys?By GAIL CAMERON and GERRY DUFFY
story taken from the Scottish Sun. July 6th
BRAZEN thieves nicked thousands of pounds worth of Celtic stars' strips - after ransacking a special shipment of brand new kit.
The yobs raided a delivery of first-team tops set for Parkhead as they were flown in from Brussels.
They swiped 63 of next season's green and white jerseys - worth more than £3,600 - earmarked for Hoops aces including Artur Boruc and Scott Brown.
Last night it emerged the alarm was only raised when the load arrived at at Celtic Park on Sunday morning - when a courier noticed the boxes had been tampered with.
Furious Hoops staff then called in cops after discovering a pile of the jerseys had gone.
A source said: "People are always desperate to get their hands on the new kit, but this is taking it a bit far." Last night, police urged fans NOT to be duped into buying the stolen shirts on the black market.
The source added: "The 13 boxes with 544 shirts arrived at Glasgow Airport on Sunday from Brussels.
"Someone noticed some of the containers had been opened and resealed. When the delivery got to Celtic Park and was counted, it was discovered over 60 tops were gone.
"The missing shirts are worth about £3,685. The police are investigating but it's not clear exactly when the shirts were stolen."
Next season's home strip - bearing new sponsor Tennent's name - was officially launched by Celtic boss Neil Lennon last week and goes on sale next Wednesday.
A Strathclyde Police spokeswoman said: "Inquiries are ongoing." Last night Celtic declined to comment.
It's not the first time the club has been hit by a shocking theft.
In 2006 a Parkhead worker nabbed a strip from a shrine to Hoops legend Jimmy Johnstone after he died of motor neurone disease aged 61.

Read more: http://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/

I am telling Gordon Ramsay on you

Ana Maria Island on the west coast of Florida was my home for the last week, the gang and I took a wee break to recharge the batteries and soak up some west coast sun(It's a different sun from the east coast)
I always ask a local about where to eat usually bypassing the ads and brochures strategically placed to lure hungry tourists. One of the restaurants recommended was Mr. Bones BBQ, a kitschy little hole in the wall with good food and laid back atmosphere. It sounded like my type of place where anything goes and the fare was made up by a stoner during a flashback.
So off to Mr. Bones we went, bellies grumbling and cash in hand. We liked the little shack where you pick your own beer from an ice filled coffin, good start I thought. The menu was more complex that I had imagined with geographical musings from all over the globe- BBQ, Tex-Mex, Mongolian, Indian, New Orleans, Greek, Philadelphia, Congo and Mandarin. The only food item not on the complicated menu was: local? Located in the southern gulf I expected some local fish, shrimp, scallops, anything!
Now here is the plot to this wee story, the place was littered with signs stating "DON'T EVEN ASK" the staff paraded around with t-shirts ablazed with "DON'T EVEN ASK" another sign stated "Our food is expertly prepared by New Orleans trained chefs, no condiments needed, so don't even ask."
Big balls is what you need to make a statement like that, you are asking every patron that walks in the door to take it or leave it, so stand and you will now be judged by your grub.
It was shite......... BBQ spare ribs so dry I could have used them for kindling, curried rice from a frozen package and rubbery buffalo wings. I was begging for some sauce and salt, please allow me to alter the taste of this rubbish so that it is at least palatable.
I am no food critic and I don't even like the idea of trashing someones business, but if you have the arrogance to post signs like these then you better back your product with quality. I spent 80 of my hard earned dollars, I suggest you take my money and buy some salt and pepper and don't forget the damn sauce...
Gordon would not be amused, bollocks he would say.....

CHANGE? YES WE CAN..

Hidden high up in the upper levels of the fantastic South African stadiums, there must be a group of well trained snipers. These snipers practice their craft with deadly invisible shots to the Italians, Brazilians and Uruguayans along with other assorted "Foolball" nations. The blood boiling arrogance of these snipes is the way the foolballers miraculously recover when a penalty is given or card brandished, the rolling around as if on fire just stops and the cheater gets us as if nothing happened. To a northern European this is an insult to the beautiful game and is one of the reasons why many Americans will never adopt the sport, they see the cheating and diving and consider it foreign and strange. I can't say I blame them, so change must happen.

What has changed about football in the last 20 years? only a passback rule and that has added to the speed of the game.
When you think about how things like technology and player development have changed the game the way that every action on the pitch can be reviewed and broken down frame by frame by the networks, or how todays players are bigger, stronger and faster than ever, then how the hell can 1 referee and 2 linesman be responsible for that much action and speed? Throw in the antics of the "Foolballers" and the game turns into speedy pantomime.
How about an "Eye in the sky" a group of officials to review the match live and be able to speak to the referee via some kind of headset, review infractions like penalties and handballs in 30 seconds or less and let the referee keep harmony on the pitch. If the foolballers knew that the EYE was on them then I bet the diving and cheating would diminish.
I have watched, lived and played this game a various levels and it is in my blood, I know I speak for the rest of the world's football fans who want better. We deserve 11 players versus 11 players, not 11 Italian divers versus 10 other hard working players.

If I want to see diving then I will watch the olympics, If I want to see cheating then I will work for a Corporation.

Drogba: One of the best worldwide, I would not like to fight him in a dark alley, but on the pitch my wife could knock him over with a feather.

Take your Vuvu and stick it up your zela

I have never looked at other cultures as foreign or alien, It was hard enough growing up in America being labeled as both. I like to think of myself as one who embraces people from parts of the globe not geographically close to my own and learns from their culture to better my own life.
That was untill the World Cup started and the bloody Vuvuzelas drowned out the sounds of the beautiful game on the pitch, these horns of ear shattering noise can stop a rhino from 50 paces. I would only suggest beg the fans in South Africa to please stop making that noise for part of the game.
It is even more difficult to promote soccer to the average baseball fan when they assume that the horns are part of every game.
Oh well who am I to judge...keep on blowing....Just have fun....