people

Two people who have really pissed me off in recent days. The first is Brendan Rodgers.

Now, I really don't know what folk see in this bloke, and I accept the possibility that I may be reading into things far too much, but I don't think I am, but he cost Liverpool Football Club the League title.

His devil-may-care approach to matches can be seen as refreshing. I call it reckless. When you have an opponent on the ropes then go in for the kill, but not from the start when your adversary hasn't been sized up.

Against Chelsea, a point would've done. There was absolutely no need for the entire team to camp in their half, taking pot shots at Cech. Rodgers should've realised this and settled back for a bit of keep ball at the back. Instead, two costly errors cost us the game, and the title, there and then.

Palace away. Similar problem. Difference being we'd gone a couple of goals up, but this nagging thing in Rodgers' head about our inferior goal difference to City wouldn't go away. Instead, he urges his side to keep the pressure on, which leaves lots of space, AGAIN, at the back which a hungry Crystal Palace capitalised on. 

The logic goes had a point been gained from Chelsea, a comfortable win against Palace secured which meant an easy victory against Newcastle on the final day. Champions. Should've been so, so simple. It's not even hindsight, it's just pure common sense.

Wasn't to be. Congratulations to Manchester City. They didn't lose their heads.

And what do the board do for Brendan Rodgers? That's right, they offer him a new six-year deal for snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory. And he's named the LMA Manager of the Year too! The world's gone mad.

Felt gutted for Steven Gerrard. I've always been his biggest critic, but he's given everything this season, and won't get a better chance at completing his medal collection ever again. Luis Suarez ran himself into the ground. What an excellent season he's had and plaudits he's received are richly deserved. He was sobbing his eyes out because he knows it's all been for very little. It's a shame some of their lesser team-mates don't feel the same.

The second person who's done me in is this chump. Marcus Bleasdale, the Conservative candidate for Aintree in the upcoming council elections.
 

Now I'm slightly fortunate that I don't live in the ward young master Bleasdale is standing in. But the pure audacity of his paraphernalia is obsence. I think you'll find Aintree was there long before the Bleasdales were, and will be there long after they've gone.

Marcus Bleasdale, and his ancestors, are landlords - pure and simple. And if you know landlords they take lots off you, sit on their arses,  and give very little back. I checked up on some of his business activities and it's all property development and business start-up. All well and good, but it's doubtful he'd have made it on his own without the clout of his family.

The fact that he's put these posters on the faces of buildings he owns is another good reason not to trust this person. I've heard his rents are rather high, and he's not particularly well liked either. But that's heresay, so what do I know?

Anyway, I've had a good rant today. It doesn't take much to get me going does it. One day I may actually smile!! Stay tuned!

jury

I didn't really want to say anything, because nobody understands me, but I've been selected to do jury service.

A more contemptuous thing I've never done before or since.

I really shouldn't have  replied to the letter they send. The fun thing is I could have just claimed I didn't receive it, put it with the rest of my unopened mail and told no bugger. When they came looking for me, I could've just said, "dunno what you're on about?" Their literature isn't recorded delivery. It's sent by TNT Post who aren't exactly bursting with plaudits in the little time they've been operating around people's postboxes.

So it's my own fault. I went up to the courts in town last week to see what happens. Anyone can enter the Public Gallery to any case, so I sat in on an assault charge. I appreciate that I only heard the defendant's last couple of minutes on the stand, the judge's summing up and the defence and prosecution's closing statements, but I thought this bloke was guilty based on what I heard. Jury comes back in, headed by a "child" who's probably never been in, let alone seen, a street fight before and find this bloke not guilty.

I found it incredible the whole jury was in total agreement. I sensed the judge was urging them to a not-guilty verdict, but even so.

My worry for me is I will go in there, if picked, and be awkward because there's nothing I like more than going against the grain. I would be quite happy yawning or scratching my bum all day. "Civic duty" - what a joke. Fundamentally, I'm just not interested and no matter what goes on I will take it with a pinch of salt and apply the same sorry attitude to a defendant who deserves better. 

Things are moving completely out of my control, and the morals and beliefs I've tried to uphold throughout my life are slowly being eroded away by circumstance. Again, it's my fault for not walking the talk, and I wish dearly wish my Dad were here......