Gus Mears

@Cousin Jim Bob Big Jim on his wedding day here. 21 years old!

People who look old as fuck well before their time. Watching For a Few Dollars More this evening featuring 40 year old Lee Van Cleef who looks about 75.

Who else looks like they've crawled out the crypt at a young age?

 

 

13 minutes ago, ReturnOfTheMack said:

Shame he's a shit comedian. The theatre I worked at used to get so many complaints about his terrible performances. It stopped more than a few regulars from returning.

I'm intrigued by this. It takes skill to be that shit that people actively complain rather than just shrugging their shoulders and forgetting about it. What gives?

I want to preface this by saying I don't expect a shred of sympathy,

Mrs Mears and I are finishing up a holiday in the Italy and I booked us into a Michelin Star restaurant as a final meal. Beautiful view, excellent service, ferociously overpriced but we enjoy food and are lucky enough to be able to afford something like this once a year or so.

For the main, I ordered a cod and sundried tomato dish. I've been looking forward to trying it for days. My wife ordered something called 'interpretations of veal' or similar. Mains turns up and you'd think the waiter had curled one out on the plate. Turns out 'interpretations of veal' means all the bits no one wants to eat - liver, tripe, sweetbreads etc. It's that scene from Temple of Doom.

Chivalry evidently not dead in the Mears household, as I immediately wave goodbye to my cod (which looked absolutely divine) and gird my loins for what is to come. 'Yeah, it's fine love, I really like all this stuff' I lied.

I fucking hate veal at the best of times. Classic meat-eating hypocrisy, quite happy to eat some McNuggets but the thought of baby cow is somehow over the line. Bar a bit of liver and onions, also don't like offal - This plate is entirely offal - there's a few drops of sauce and nary enough greens to fill half a sandwich. I have nowhere to hide.

Harrowing. The sweetbreads tasted like Shrek's jockstrap, I have no idea why anyone does this to themselves. I watch as Mrs Mears eats my fucking cod while I'm paying to do a bushtucker trial. Back to the flat and write this while vomiting bits of brain and God knows what else up.

Maybe it's the dehydration from throwing up so much, but I feel a genuine sense of shame that I spent that money on something I hated so much. I could have given it to charity, someone on the street in need, blow. God, I hope it's all cleaned out of my guts before the flight tomorrow.

Triple bill of that, Call the Midwife and Mrs Brown's Boys. Hoping the oven doesn't have too much residual heat from lunch when I shove my head in it.

The only great new* game I've played on PS5 is Returnal.

*Not counting remakes, the Resident 4 was was fantastic.

Largely agree on the open world thing. AssCreed Valhalla as guilty as any in having this massive canvas where fuck all happens. I spend most of my life going to a bunch of similar looking places and doing the same things, I don't want that in a game.

They've got Catherine Tate doing the UK scores. That's nil poi from me.

Pop a clothes peg on your beak and say you've gone as Bob Dylan.

Put a bike helmet on and say you're part of Daft Punk.

Tape a couple of party hats over your nips and say you're going as Madonna.

I mean, it's technically a sticker but still

The only two truly great pieces of renaissance art.

Delighted for Luca and delighted for the sport after a bruising year with all the suspensions, issues with sponsorship and lack of tournaments. Next season with a new world champion and the likes of Si and Handsome Hoss coming through, plus the Chinese tournaments coming back. I have high hopes.

Selby is one class act. Passes the pint test with flying colours. He's the perfect foil to have about battling against these attacking youngsters for a few years.

Then again, it's snooker. Decent chance have Fergal O'brien winning tournaments out of nowhere or similar. What a great sport.

In Italy and just got to the hotel. They've put a foolproof security device on the lav in case someone breaks in to lay a cable.

 

 

 

Quiche is fucking shit, royally endorsed or not. You'd think something that calorific would taste decent.

You know Chris Sale ain't what he used to be when he gets through 5 innings without shitting himself and you can hear people in the crowd yelling "Come on Chris!" like he's Tim fucking Henman.

Geoff Capes at Salisbury Market. Bought two jars of artisan chutney and necked them like Steve Austin.

Happy with either man winning but Selby in a match of this length is the ultimate boss battle. Bloke should come out at the Crucible to Undertaker's music.

Mrs Mears: "Who is that one? Mark Allen?"

Me: "No, that's Mark Selby."

Mrs Mears: "Really? He's a good looking chap."

She's now watching the snooker with me for the first time in history. I think I'm being cucked by Selby.

Luca to go 15 frames down in the final and roar back to win after a night ripping lines and playing FIFA.

He's like Roy Keane if Roy Keane had played like Ronaldo -'I don't understand why he doesn't split the pack and rattle in a century every frame'. Considering Selby could well equal or surpass his Crucible record, whatever he's doing seems to be working fine.

Excited for tonight. Could be in for a late, late finish.

Was really disappointed in Hendry slagging it off on comms. Definitely an instance of him conflating 'good snooker' with 'the snooker I was personally good at playing'.

Reckon he bought it from John Matrix.

Game adverts in which none of the footage is from gameplay. If I want to watch a film I'll go to the cinema.

Part of the reason I'm so gutted that Yan 'The Man' Bingtao is likely gone for years is that he was the one youngster who really leaned on outstanding safety play. There was a UK Championship match a couple of years back between him and O'Sullivan and while Ronnie won it was quite evident he was hating every moment of it - balls being put safe, fiendish snookers, getting him out of rhythm.

If you were going to pick two people who he'd love playing against, Loosey Goosey Brecel and Hoss doing an impression of me down the snooker club after 8 pints would be near the top.