Oh a choice, and what a gift...
Do we go for David Cameron leaving his box behind on a train, obviously mistaking it for something less crucial to him. like his child...
Or,
Gabriel Agbonlahor (A footballer) getting death threats after tackling a 1Direction chap (Also A footballer) in a game of Football.
Box or Chop?
The Foibles of Our Dozy remiss Leader or our psychotic hormonal teens?
Well, since the CAmeron story is inevitably going to get even funnier as people dive on it to score points, I'm going to stick with the hilarity that ensued after a footballer tackled another Footballer.
Before we start, I have no dog in this particular hunt. I don't care for football that much, but have no particular aversion to it, but really wonder why people are so psychotically attached to it. as for 1 Direction, I would have to say 'Ditto'.
Anyway, a young man called Louis Tomlinson, got a start for a Celtic team in a charity match. He got tackled, he went down, he was sick and he asked to be taken off. So far so-so... Particularly if the word 'Celtic' is involved. But the numeric word combo: '1direction' was also involved, and so we got a wonderful moment on Twitter where two 'fandoms', equally devoted in their own way, but also rarely in contact with each other, decided to face off.
On one side we got the 'Directioners' who are colourful with their threats and occasionally poor with grammar (Oh and of course the odd sensible one, who rightfully says, 'This makes us look like Silly Teens') On the other side we get Football Fans, with worse grammar and less colourful with their threats, but to be fair, Football does tend to get a bit more fighty and stabby than a 1d show... (in the real world that is)
Tiny Teeny girls threatening a huge man who could kick their body clean in half if challenged and Footballers descending gleefully down to their level. Of course there were some pearls, only if you waded through the mire of homophobic and misogynistic stuff from 'the guys', with the fans bringing together the wit they usually only display in the best chants to bear on the task of knocking down those uppity children from their high horse of liking a band a little too much and not really understanding what football is...
Oh and their were no 'amusing' pearls from the 'directioners', but it was more fascinating in a 'psychology study' kind of way. Each tweet seeming to actually be written in the shrill and overwrought tone usually used to deliver the line 'You've Ruined my life' to a doting parent. Luckily though, they have an excuse for their grammar, having had to fight to see through the kaleidoscope of hysterical tears in order to type their missive with trembling fingers
But of course all fandoms benefit from this, be they grown up ones, or youthful ones... Everyone loves an external enemy, Directioners are very adept in creating big tizzy's over nothing, in order to weld themselves into a more terrifying wave of neoteric oestrogen, and football clubs are entirely built on it..it is by their enemy that they define themselves.
This was such fun though that the kinship went beyond the usual club/tribe mentality, yesterday they banded together under the 'Banner' of Football fans, to courageously call a young popstar in a charity match a 'Puff'.
.. I guess that's the only problem here though, because for all the many hours it was trending on Twitter it was all 'Don't hurt my Louie' or, 'That Girl who got tackled threw up'.. and nobody really mentioned the fact that it was a charity match...
If only they'd thought to have the tackle done on a phone-in bidding basis, if the Directioners win, Louie is allowed to score a goal unscathed (And with his shirt off), if all of football raise more then he gets a scything tackle... with a scyth.
Hang on, I may have just cured world poverty...
Do we go for David Cameron leaving his box behind on a train, obviously mistaking it for something less crucial to him. like his child...
Or,
Gabriel Agbonlahor (A footballer) getting death threats after tackling a 1Direction chap (Also A footballer) in a game of Football.
Box or Chop?
The Foibles of Our Dozy remiss Leader or our psychotic hormonal teens?
Well, since the CAmeron story is inevitably going to get even funnier as people dive on it to score points, I'm going to stick with the hilarity that ensued after a footballer tackled another Footballer.
Before we start, I have no dog in this particular hunt. I don't care for football that much, but have no particular aversion to it, but really wonder why people are so psychotically attached to it. as for 1 Direction, I would have to say 'Ditto'.
Anyway, a young man called Louis Tomlinson, got a start for a Celtic team in a charity match. He got tackled, he went down, he was sick and he asked to be taken off. So far so-so... Particularly if the word 'Celtic' is involved. But the numeric word combo: '1direction' was also involved, and so we got a wonderful moment on Twitter where two 'fandoms', equally devoted in their own way, but also rarely in contact with each other, decided to face off.
On one side we got the 'Directioners' who are colourful with their threats and occasionally poor with grammar (Oh and of course the odd sensible one, who rightfully says, 'This makes us look like Silly Teens') On the other side we get Football Fans, with worse grammar and less colourful with their threats, but to be fair, Football does tend to get a bit more fighty and stabby than a 1d show... (in the real world that is)
Tiny Teeny girls threatening a huge man who could kick their body clean in half if challenged and Footballers descending gleefully down to their level. Of course there were some pearls, only if you waded through the mire of homophobic and misogynistic stuff from 'the guys', with the fans bringing together the wit they usually only display in the best chants to bear on the task of knocking down those uppity children from their high horse of liking a band a little too much and not really understanding what football is...
Oh and their were no 'amusing' pearls from the 'directioners', but it was more fascinating in a 'psychology study' kind of way. Each tweet seeming to actually be written in the shrill and overwrought tone usually used to deliver the line 'You've Ruined my life' to a doting parent. Luckily though, they have an excuse for their grammar, having had to fight to see through the kaleidoscope of hysterical tears in order to type their missive with trembling fingers
But of course all fandoms benefit from this, be they grown up ones, or youthful ones... Everyone loves an external enemy, Directioners are very adept in creating big tizzy's over nothing, in order to weld themselves into a more terrifying wave of neoteric oestrogen, and football clubs are entirely built on it..it is by their enemy that they define themselves.
This was such fun though that the kinship went beyond the usual club/tribe mentality, yesterday they banded together under the 'Banner' of Football fans, to courageously call a young popstar in a charity match a 'Puff'.
.. I guess that's the only problem here though, because for all the many hours it was trending on Twitter it was all 'Don't hurt my Louie' or, 'That Girl who got tackled threw up'.. and nobody really mentioned the fact that it was a charity match...
If only they'd thought to have the tackle done on a phone-in bidding basis, if the Directioners win, Louie is allowed to score a goal unscathed (And with his shirt off), if all of football raise more then he gets a scything tackle... with a scyth.
Hang on, I may have just cured world poverty...
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