Gareth Thomas to win Celebrity Big Brother 2012!

So for folks outside of the UK, you may not know but we have another Celebrity Big Brother on. Of course it's full of folk that are either scraping the barrel or no buggers ever heard of. Or folk you just wouldn't expect to go on it.

But there's a housemate in there this year that I would love to see win this, an' that's Gareth Thomas aka "Alfie."

He's a retired, internationally capped, Welsh dual code rugby player who during his career came out as being gay. Which is difficult for anyone to do but when it's in the world of rugby, which is very much a mans sport is even more difficult.

I found an interview he did on the Ellen Degeneres show early in 2011 and he talk about what he went through. Looking at the 6'3", just over 16 stone of rugby muscle you can see he is so much more happier now. A truly inspirational bloke for anyone, an' an absolute gentleman to boot.

When he get's going on Big Brother he is an absolute riot an' a joy to watch especially when they're doing tasks and challenges. Then there was that night they had a party and they all got dresses up, Alfie turns up looking like he walked straight out of a Van Halen video with his mad 80's wig, tiny bolero jacket and tight leggings that didn't quite fit the big fella. He makes for absolutely brilliant telly. Then there was the Fairy Tale task. Alfie as Prince Charming. But Welsh. XD (I have this thing for the Welsh accent. (Honest to god I could listen to Alfie or Scott Quinnell ALL DAY. NO JOKE.)

ALFIE TO WIN!! :)

We Love You Freddie. Plus some seriousness

So there was a documentary on t'other night. Freddie Flintoff: Hidden Side of Sport.

In a nutshell, it was about sports pros who have suffered from depression at some point in their lives, an' how it affected them, their family an' friends and their career.

Now, we love Freddie in our house. He's the cheeky cricket chap from Preston who talks like me an' my lot, likes a drink an' has a funny sense of humour. But he's also suffered from the blues too. But the reason why I'm writing this now is because a former member of the rugby community has recently committed suicide.

Selorm Kuadey was an ex Sale Sharks winger who had to retire from rugby in 2010 due to serious injury. He went on to start a new career after obtaining a first-class honours degree in Human Biology. A clever bloke he was.

He was 24.

It makes you wonder really. All the fame, fortune an' all that doesn't protect anyone from something like depression. Anyone can suffer from it. It has been said that Selorm may have had some deep rooted psychological issues that may have driven him to do what he did. When you think about it, sports pros don't get it easy either. Being in the media's line of fire all the time, being scrutinised for every single little mishap or failure no matter how mediocre or stupid it may be. An' injury doesn't help either. Having some injury that threatens their career or may be even forces them to retire from it can't be good either. Selorm had a good decade left in him. It's rare you get a rugby player that has to retire so early but it does happen an' it's always due to a serious injury. Most usually get to their mid-thirties before they call it a day. But that's the way the cookie crumbles. It's sad.

RIP Selorm.

Oh Danny... :(

Danny Care. (The short back an' sides never ceases to make me chuckle. :p heh heh )

The cheeky-chappie with the nicest arse (in my opinion at least) in any English rugby club, has been well an' truly bollocked for the second time in three weeks for drinking offences. England interim coach Stuart Lancaster reveals his iron fist over Danny Care’s antics

Oh Danny you big pillock. :( You're still on me list of "Men Who's Faces I would Lick Given Half a Chance."

Meanwhile props go to Joey Barton. Another on the face licking list. This man is entertaining and a Scouser. An' if he headbutted Bradley Johnson, then I'm the Queen of fucking Venus.

Joey also has the best Twitter rant,s next to Austin Healey. Who is also technically a Scouser.

I see a pattern developing...

Christmas, Bitching about stuff and Red Eye.

First of all, Merry Christmas everyone. It's nearly 10 to 5 on Christmas morning here in shitty Scotland an' I'm suffering from a slight bout of red eye which is nice. Not an infection or anything but from rubbing me left eye a lot. I think I got summat in there it's all bloodshot an' ew. O_o

So anyway, now it's Christmas that means it's near the end of the year. Which to be honest was good an' bad for me. Highs an' lows an' all that shite. I think me New Year's Resolution for 2012 is to be a bit more pro-active with meself an' set meself some goals or summat like that. For example...

1: Look in to going to college. Studying? I don't care what. I need to get out the house an' do summat. I may even go do acting again.

2: Find meself a NICE boyfriend. (Preferably a rugby player duh.) I'm not having any more subtly chauvinistic men. Y'know what I mean, the ones that just seem to talk over you when whatever you may be talking about to someone who's interested, isn't interesting to them an' they'd rather be the centre of attention an' hear their own voice. The last one was like that. An' I can't stand it. Yes I know God made women with smaller feet so they could get closer to the sink, but the upside of having said small womanish feet is the fact that they seem to be perfectly shaped an' sized to be thrust in, an' get right in to the groins of UTTER DICKS.

3: Start looking after meself a bit better. I really need to stop eating so much shite at stupid times. I also may start *gasp!* doing a bit of excersize. Oh don't get me wrong I'm against all kinds of excersize an' the only variety I get is getting up from the settee to go make a brew or go for a fag.  Speaking of fags I've actually cut down a lot since we started smoking outside again. Went from about a pack a day to having a pack last at least 3 days now. I doubt I'll ever quit outright 'cause to be honest I like smoking, plus it keeps me from loosing whatever sanity I have left which ain't much.

4: Stop letting arseholes in to me life. I don't need 'em. I don't want the grief an' I don't want anyone trying to mess up me plans no matter how grand, mediocre or stupid they are. I got me balls back again, an' by Christ anyone who gets in me way an' stops me from doing what I want won't even want to be within a 10 mile radius of me when I'm done wi' 'em. They will be demanding restraining orders.

So that's it really I guess. I think the main thing is that I need to get out more. College an' stuff would help that immensely. It'd also be nice to actually go to a proper rugby match with some people who enjoy it too instead of just watching it on tv.

Anyway me eye's not throbbing as much now. Think I might try sleeping again. ¬_¬

Either way, Merry Christmas again folks an' God Bless. Have a good 'un!!

Another very sad day. :(

So if you haven't heard already, especially on the Ukanian news; Jonny Wilkinson, England Elite Rugby fly-half has announced his retirement from international rugby. He's still playing for his club Toulon, but he won't be playing for England anymore.

I actually had a bit of a bubble at this. Jonny will go down in rugby history as one of the greatest English players ever.

So here is one of my all time favourite Jonny moments. This is an Adidas ad from a good few years back which also includes Mr. Golden Balls himself, David Beckham. Beckham, bless him sounds like a little boy an' Jonny nearly takes some guys head off with a lefty-kick football penalty. It's adorable.

"Can I have one of your shirts?"

So to Jonny. Thank you so much for being such a fabulously awesome player and nice bloke to boot. And for winning us the 2003 World Cup. We all love you and we'll miss you very much.

An ode to Martin Johnson

A very sad thing happened earlier this week. Martin Johnson resigned as the manager of the England Elite Rugby Squad. This is my ode to him.

Sir Martin Johnson was the head of the England Elite

a really big tall fella I'd still like to meet.

His face always stayed the same

whether he was happy, angry, or sad,

when you think back on him being manager,

he really wasn't that bad.

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