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Not for you, though

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So, 1.2 million people missed out on Olympics tickets. That’s 64% of people who applied. I know that those who missed out will get first dibs on leftover tickets, but I can’t help but feel that the critics who said the process was flawed have been proved right.

Why were people restricted to sessions? Why could I not say I’d have taken any basketball/cycling/beach volleyball ticket? If you kept the the session system, but gave an option to take any available ticket for that sport, the faff of reapplying would have been avoided for many, whilst ensuring the events sold out.

Also, would it not have been fairer to give as many people as possible at least one set of tickets? I’m sure that out of the 700,000 who did get tickets, many got multiples. Those who have five, six or seven pairs could surely have had a few less, to ensure more people got to see their preferred events.

And whilst organisers maintained there was no elitist slant to ticket allocation, this doesn’t seem to be the case. Speaking to colleagues, the three people who got tickets were all board members. The people who couldn’t afford to expose themselves to potentially thousands of pounds of tickets have seemingly missed out altogether.

Even if you did get tickets, you don’t know what for. I think the LOCOG have bagged themselves a gold medal. Shame it’s for the Gigantic Clusterfuck.


If you haven’t heard, all the Giggs’ are fucking about. ALL of them. Which makes this video even more funny:

Streetview merked

Not everyone is happy about Google Streetview. Including these two Norwegian chaps. Legends:

Streetview car driven by a giant cod

Another Streetview madman.

Two cracking goals

In other news

Best alias ever?

-5 days.

Really fun.

This at Glasto will be fucking intense:

I wish I was Josh Homme. Hero.

Freedom of speech

… but not leave to lie

What do you mean, Greggs is closing down?

Imagine you’re a leading figure in the Labour Party. Your phone is ex-directory, obviously, to stop the loonies and the hacks from pestering you 24/7. You’re at home, when you get a phone call. You don’t know who it is. The caller explains they’re a political journalist, would you mind giving a quote for our story about how badly Ed Miliband is doing?

This happened to John Prescott recently. So he simply enquired how the journo got the number and put the phone down (it’s pure speculation on my side, but I imagine there was some choice Hull patois thrown back at the hack). ¬†End of story, right?

Wrong. Prescott was startled to discover a quote attributed to him in this weeks Sunday Times, saying how it had “not been a great start” for the leadership. Quite different to “How the fuck did you get this number?”.

Now, I’m all for press freedom. But the press also have to report factually and accurately. We all know the Mail and the Express and pretty much the whole tabloid press can be taken with half a pinch of salt. But this story was in the Sunday Times. Proper papers shouldn’t fabricate material just to fit their narrative.

Prescott has demanded a full front page apology, and while it remains to be seen if he’ll get it, he bloody deserves one. They have apologised via twitter, and blamed a production error. Isabel Oakeshott, the journo involved, should be demoted to reporting on the latest Ikea catelogue. She won’t be, but on this evidence, it’s all she’s fit for.

The head line used was “Labour big beasts maul Ed Miliband”. But the stupid hack who fabricated a story was the one mauled. Fucking good on you Prezza.

Still, she should have known to take him on:

Murray – mint

Congrats Andy. There is a lot of animosity directed at him, but his Queens victory was brilliant. I don’t care that he’s Scottish, grumpy and hasn’t won a major. He’s the best we have, and I’d be chuffed if he won at Wimbledon. And if he plays well and loses, I’ll be chuffed too.

Wonder goal

BOOM goes the dynamite!

In other news

-What’s the best thing about twenty nine year olds? There’s twenty of them.

-Farewell Magicman.

-Hull is banging.

Hey, Fyfe:

Love it.