It was still bullshit football. But yeah, Tah's pen was Waddle-esqe, and as for e.g. Havertz & co. I've said before it utterly baffles me why elite players would ever risk hitting a pen at a saveable height given the decades of footage to learn from. Anyway more of that tiresome shit to look forward to from Paraguay in the next round I guess.
This has made my day. A bloke Ive never met knows the singer of a band with a fantastic name has bizarrely made me feel great about the World. For a moment
I've likely mentioned it before, but on my first paper (small free sheet pushed though the door of several thousand local homes) I recall a promotor calling our Ents guy to ask why two of his gigs hadn't been advertised after he'd submitted the details.
My colleague asked him what the two bands were. The response was Barnyard Masturbator and Dog Shit Sandwich. I think the call was amicably ended shortly afterwards.
I vaguely recall a Nottingham band from my late-teenage years called The bastard sons of a thousand mosh attacks.
They were possibly the ones that used to appear on stage with a whole pigs head but I might be conflating the two.
Tried to start a band while at college, The Donald Campbell Boating Experience never went anywhere beyond coming up with a silly name, however.
A friend and I did mess about and record some stuff (he did most of the arranging and instrumentation as I’m a shit musician) when I was having an extended lost weekend after a break up about twenty years ago as Büstenhalter and Stan Halen. A terrible homage to Maiden/Motörhead and equally shit country and western versions of Van Halen songs, respectively.
I’ve long forgotten the name of the band but a friend of a friend had a great song with one of my favourite titles of all time: “God is angry and She’s Black”