Friday, 16 May 2008

Millwall 1 - 9 Middlesbrough

Just got back from The New Den, where Colin Cooper's Middlesbrough team beat the Alan McLeary's Millwall team 9-1.

Most important thing, I scored!

Second most important thing, we raised nearly ten grand for the Finlay Cooper Fund. A charity set up by Colin Cooper and his wife Julie to assist charitable causes on Teesside.

The match itself was fantastic, if a little one-sided. And afterwards there was a hotly-contested auction in the club bar. Not enough Dong Gook Lee merchandise to get me interested but there was plenty of great gear on offer.

Coops and his wife are both incredibly humble, down-to-earth and were clearly touched by everyone's efforts. It's rare you to meet such refreshingly lovely people.

It's worth adding that the day wouldn't have been possible without the stellar efforts of Andy Walker from Middlesbrough Supporters South and Jason Pickering, who represented the Millwall end.

A brilliant day and a brilliant amount of money raised. Well done to everyone who was involved.

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

ComeOnBoro.com Writers' Awards 2007/08

The 2007/08 Writers' Awards are now up at ComeOnBoro.com.

Some pretty funny stuff in here from several of the staff writers.

Link

Ball games

Game Review: Grand Theft Auto IV

Believe it or not, there was a time not long ago when video games weren't just sociopathic murder fantasies.

But, of course, the epoch-defining release of Grand Theft Auto III in 2001 changed all that. Now all anybody gives a shit about is what sort of guns you can wield, how much stuff you can blow up, how often the characters swear and how many whores you fuck.

Naturally, the answer Grand Theft Auto IV gives to all these questions is: lots. But thanks to the brilliant minds at Rockstar, it manages to do it all with consummate style.

While Vice City centred around Tony Montana rip-off Tommy Vercetti in the garish surrounds of mid-80s Miami, and San Andreas allowed the player to control CJ in Boyz In The Hood-ish early-90s Los Angeles, IV's anti-hero, Niko Bellic, arrives in cynical, brutal, loveless and present day New York-aping Liberty City.

Niko – straight off the boat from Serbia – meets up with his cousin, Roman, and is quickly given access to a mobile phone and the internet. Rather like Ashley Cole and Jermaine Pennant, GTA IV uses the mobile phone in inspired fashion, allowing you to access missions, organise activities with friends, arrange dates or simply shoot the breeze.

The internet is used in much less interesting ways. You receive the odd email from other characters and from family back in Serbia, plenty of unfunny spam, the opportunity to read news reports about the havoc you're wreaking around Liberty City and access to an online dating service. All nice touches, certainly, but you sense there was much more Rockstar could've done with it; that the GTA series hasn't taken the opportunity to offer pornography on its in-game internet is downright head scratching.

There are a couple of other new additions to the series. Cars aren't all magically unlocked now, so stealing them often requires smashing the window, setting off the alarm and hot-wiring them. This will obviously make you more visible to the police, so the ability to use Roman's car service or hail taxis is useful. The cabs can be used to instantly transport you to your destination but you'll pay more for the privilege. It's a neat idea that solves the series-long problem of having to drive infuriatingly long distances to missions but like, say, Oblivion, it does stop you exploring the city as much as you might otherwise.

It's the combat that has undergone the biggest refinements, and it's finally now possible to target enemies accurately and instantly using the shoulder buttons. Hey, Ocarina Of Time managed to get it right in 1996, but whatever. The new cover system, too, is handy, but it's nowhere near as sophisticated as Rainbow Six's and far too often you'll find Niko glued to the wrong surface and promptly bukkaked by billions of bullets.

Liberty City itself and the people within it, though, are the game's biggest successes. Unlike San Andreas or Vice City, you genuinely feel for this world and its inhabitants. Not only is Niko the series' first vaguely sympathetic character, but the supporting cast of gangstas, government agents, steroid addicts and Rastafarians is dripping in diversity and charisma.

While you listen to Iggy Pop, Roy Ayers and Juliette Lewis talking about your actions on Liberty City's myriad of radio stations, your friends will call you to go bowling, play pool, or simply to go out and get drunk. The more you hang out with your friends, the more likely they are to provide you with work, but the conversations ebb and flow so brilliantly that you'll want to natter with them anyway. Dates, meanwhile, will compliment or diss your choice of clothing and venue.

Liberty City is certainly inspired by New York, but not totally beholden to it. Unlike most game worlds, far from feeling like it only began existing the second you turned on your console, Liberty City looks and feels lived in. Drive to the affluent areas of Algonquin and the streets are newly paved, the cars more expensive, the police more plentiful, but take a trip to downtown Bohan and crack dealers, prostitutes and heroin addicts litter the streets.

It’s a good thing that the scripting and the characterisation are as good as they are, because the missions themselves are a bit of a letdown.

Seven years on from GTA III and it's still a matter of driving to a point on the map, watching a cut-scene, driving off to a mission, completing it and saving. Rockstar have added some new dynamics, such as eavesdropping or using the camera phone to identify the right target but there are far too many missions that you see you chasing the target using the kind of gameplay that Taito perfected in 1988 with Chase HQ.

It would've been nice to see the developers tinker more boldly with their well-worn format, but the dialogue goes a long way to preventing things becoming stale, and Rockstar should be congratulated for creating the most coherent and atmospheric gameworld ever seen.

Of course, to enjoy GTA IV you will need to ignore the fact that it's a mass-marketed piece of hyper-violent misogynism being cynically targeted at teenagers, but that's another story.

Sunday, 11 May 2008

Season review in The Observer

The Observer's online team still don't want to publish this stuff online, so here's a c+p from today's paper.

How was your season?
Plenty of dreadful football, an all-too-predictable FA Cup humiliation and a handful of decent performances; if we hadn’t had Mido’s belly, Southgate’s tank tops and Lee Dong Gook to keep us entertained, it would have been a very boring season.

Happy with the gaffer?
To be honest, Gareth’s a decent bloke and that’ll do for me, but it’d be easier to have complete faith in him if he stopped trying to assemble the league’s most overpriced and overweight side.

Who were the stars - and who flopped?
Downing and Wheater had impressive seasons. We’ll need more from our much-hyped stars of Youtube, Tuncay and Alves, next season.

Who were the best, and worst, away fans?
Considering our game was played on a snow-driven Sunday, the Man United fans turned up in good voice. Why the Geordie lot felt they needed to resort to hurling anti-Islamic abuse at Mido, I’ve no idea. Surely it would’ve been easier to taunt him for being fat and rubbish?

Top hate figure at another club?
If he’s still finding London house prices a bit steep, Jonathan Woodgate might want to consider supplementing his salary by running workshops on how to go from local hero to big-mouthed tool in three easy steps.

Top five best opposition players?
Dmitar Berbatov, Rio Ferdinand, Fernando Torres, Gareth Barry, Paul Scholes.

Who do you want to win the Champions League? Chelsea, United, not bothered
United.

Fabio Capello - right choice, wrong choice, not bothered?
Right choice.

Game 39 - good idea, bad idea, not bothered?
Bad idea.

Tuesday, 6 May 2008

CCTV doesn't work. Answer: more CCTV

Who'da thunk it? Those thousands of CCTV cameras in London aren't preventing crime.

But it's okay, Scotland Yard have a solution: build more cameras.

You couldn't make it up.

Full story here

Sunday, 4 May 2008

Album Review: Home Before Dark

You had to feel for Neil Diamond. With 12 Songs, he’d just recorded his best album in twenty-five years and just as the critical and commercial success was beginning to build around it, Sony’s Rootkit fiasco meant it was withdrawn from sale.

Perhaps spurred by the sense that his last album ended up being ignored through no fault of his own, Diamond hurried back into the studio to record another deeply personal album. One that ranks alongside anything else in his forty-six year recording career.

Diamond’s second collaboration with Rick Rubin in three years catches him in reflective mood; looking back but always with one eye on the future. The reunion with Rubin ensures that the emphasis is always on Diamond’s plaintive lyrics and distinctive voice, with subtle accompaniments added by Heartbreakers keyboardist Benmont Tench, lead guitarist Mike Campbell, bassist Smokey Hormel and former Will Oldham collaborator Matt Sweeney. There are no drums.

The twelve songs are all entirely new, and Diamond sings solo on all but one them. The exception is Another Day (That Time Forgot), a duet with Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks. The song is a joint confession between two lovers who have no idea how they’ve grown apart. With Tench’s piano beautifully filling the breaks between the verses, Maines’s voice is mournful, shadowy and the perfect foil to Diamond’s world-weary croon.

In fact, lost love is a theme running throughout Home Before Dark. The astonishing opening track, If I Don’t See You Again, has Diamond sounding more vulnerable and exposed than ever as he reflects on the bittersweet aftertaste of a love long gone (“I went out looking for love, and never liked what I found, don't pay to make it alone, God knows it's lonely out there, I made it once on my own and hardly anyone cared). It is, quite simply, classic Diamond.

Gorgeous first single Pretty Amazing Grace and, later, the trembling Without Her follow the path of clear-sighted nostalgia, but there’s more to Home Before Dark than longing and melancholy.

One More Bite Of The Apple focuses on Diamond reuniting with his true love: songwriting (“been away from you for much too long, been away but now I’m back where I belong, believe when I was gone away that I’d do just fine, but I couldn’t get the music off my mind”). It’s one of the few moments on bluster on the album and Diamond is forced to stretch his 67-year-old lungs, as Sweeney’s guitar pushes him just past his vocal limit.

It follows Forgotten, the other unashamedly boisterous rocker on the album, and the only other time that Diamond’s voice, otherwise in fine fettle throughout the album, quivers and cracks. These flaws and imperfections in Diamond’s voice do nothing to detract from the album. He doesn’t write like a young man and his words shouldn’t be sung like one.

Blemishes and all, Home Before Dark is an album of rare beauty, grace and eloquence that captures Diamond in all his plain-spoken and big-hearted glory; and is easily the most intensely personal release of his esteemed career.

This review is up now on Popmatters