QPR free TV

This year may finally be the year when Q.P.R. get out of the lower leagues of footballing life and return to the Premiership. Thirteen matches into the season and we are still top of the league and unbeaten. There is only one thing that can prevent this piece of natural justice from happening, its not Cardiff City or there fellow Welshman Swansea, its actually me and TV.

Last year Rangers were in a similar situation and off course it was all over by Christmas. Last Friday top of the league QPR played bottom of the league Bristol City, it was the first Rangers match I watched this season and we managed to come away with a draw. This time last year I watched the Hoops take on Leicester and having won our previous five matches by four goals each, we lost.

Coincidence?

I don't think so.

It's me, it's all about me. I guess I was right after all, the universe really does revolve around me. Suffice to say I won't be watching Rangers on TV any more, but at least I can go and see them in the Premiership next year.

As for the picture of Stan Bowles?

No real reason, we never need a reason to remember the great man.

Saturday afternoon in a city centre cafe - Kompott Cafe

The house looked dreadful, but we decided to go in anyway. When Una opened the door she felt that we had just walked into granny's house, sometime around the 1980's, but now its known as retro. There was an old black and white TV in the corner, sewing machines turned into tables, granny's flowery wallpaper and home made jams on shelves. The place seemed very popular -famous actors and TV personalities alongside Bohemian wannabees. Well the cafe was next to a college after all. Taking a table by the window we started to look through the menu, which bizarrely had only a couple of pages of food, but loads on drinks. They serve a boring selection of Estonian food, that anybody could have made at home and done better. But it wasn't all bad, after all the hot drinks and bread basket were great! Its the sort of place that you would take your mum or granny out for lunch, but that really is about it. Why bring back Soviet style, if there was nothing good about it?

Finland in October

Yesterday we went to Helsinki, yet even before stepping on board the ferry we realised that reports of high waves and a rough crossing were greatly exaggerated as the two and a half hour journey passed quickly and sea sick free. Although it rained, was windy and we were dressed in our warmest winter clothes, it was still great to be there.

As soon as we docked I went straight for the book store, but after two hours of reading through countless history books even I had seen one too many General Custer or WWII pictures and was ready to leave. Being in Helsinki was a bit like being in Dublin, except cleaner although just as expensive. However this time we were over the shock that a can of coke costs nearly two euro in a supermarket, but finding out that a pint of beer cost SEVEN euro. Yes CAPITAL letters. I guess I was really really surprised. Come on, Seven euro, bloody hell and I used to complain at paying up to forty crowns (2.80'ish).
The one big difference between Helsinki and Tallinn or Dublin is the apparent lack of pubs and of course the one or two you can find are in shopping centres and charge seven euro per pint.

What was unique to Helsinki was the parade of bears, with one from each of nearly two hundred countries. These two meter tall statues have been travelling around the world since 2002 and ended up here. But of course a holiday isn't a holiday unless you try the local food, so we tried Finnish McDonald's and Finnish Subway's. Each bite probably put on about two kilos, but who cares, after all we were on holiday.

To anyone I may have offended with this blog

It has come to my attention that some of you are offended by the articles I have written and for this I apologise.

My comments and views are those of foreigner in a new land, whose history was a mystery and its people and their habits were unknown and unusual and it was upon my objective observations that I have based my articles

But i'm not the only foreigner here expressing his views. Here is a link to Abdul Turay who is from England and writes for the Estonian newspaper Postimees.
http://estoniatoday.blogspot.com/2009/11/abdul-turay-man-who-annoys-estonians.html

Whats going on

Once upon a time I would write for ages about books I had read, rating them, criticising and praising them, now that I've finished one of the very best books I've ever read, I cant be bothered to write a proper blog about.
Really not sure whats going on.

By the way, the book is the Master and Margarita.

Bok Review Number 16

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov, is a classic Russsian story of when the Devil and his minions came Moscow. This book is rightly called a classic, click on the BOOK REVIEW tab on the left and read on....if you dare.

Book Review No. 15

Back on familiar if somewhat disappointing ground in another piece of history from World War two. Patrick Delaforce's "Taming the Panzer's" tells the many collective stories of the men who fought in Britain's 3rd Royal Tank Regiment from the world war One of tanks that drove at 4 m.p.h. to the next generation that fought Rommel's Panzer's across North Africa and Europe.
As always, click on the BOOK REVIEW link to the right to see what it was all about.