Logo-a-Go-Go

Apparently the British Tories have chosen a new logo and are getting a bad reaction causing them to have to deny “any resemblance to communist iconography”.

I think they would be lucky to get away with communist iconography as at least that would be like a political party – it really looks to me like someone with a burning sambuca at a toga party. Why is the naked arm reaching through a small motorcycle tire? Why is the candlestick upside down?

My Ivan

Pray for the land of good BBQ.

It is looking like Ivan is not going to take off into the north just dumping it all right there. Consider New Orleans which is in bits about 6.5 feet under sea level and is facing a sea wall of raised water of 10 to 15 feet above sea level to be followed by a flood of all the collected rain down the Mississippi river to where the city sits at the mouth. On top of the battering surf…besides that it will rain there…and 135 mile an hour sustained winds. And the center of the storm is missing it. Heading for Mobile, Alabama.

The highest winds during Juan in Halifax last year was just 158 km or under 100 miles an hour.

Keeper

The annual tournament was today. Held every year in honour of a local soccer star who passed too early, eight teams from Toronto to Chelsea, Quebec in the 35 and older category showed for two pools of three games each. I was picked as our keeper. We scored 1-1, 2-0 and then lost 0-5. Funny enough, the last was the best. While those who know me know I am big and slightly glacial, I actually managed a few honest to goodness tips over the bar as well as two real cracked shot toe saves…and also got to scream instructions to everyone on on the field – call me “Aliver Kahn”. The last game was against Chelsea, Quebec and saw a few fists flying, a red card for a punch in the face, and us down to ten men fairly early on. But it was great fun.

I have a great friend who in his youth was a great rugby player in a great rugby nation. Once, while we were playing pick-up soccer, he shared that he never told us truly who he was, told about his skill in that other football and that once a stadium of 60,000 chanted his name in a national level contest. Today, after I made each save in the 0-5 game, the beer tent of the team that was in the 1-1 game cheered. It was my small slice version of my pal’s greater fame. It was good.