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Morning, and welcome to another edition of Deans Weekly Blog, the blog that makes you think "What the hell was all that about?". This week whilst watching TV, I've noticed that there appears to be a lot of adverts about the "Olympics", now forgive me if I'm wrong, I can understand certain associations with brands and their sponsorship of the Olympic Games, It sort of makes sense that Adidas or someone like that is a official supplier to the Olympic games, providing team kit and equipment etc. or Omega timing, who provide the official timekeeping equipment for the games. But some of the sponsors leave me baffled as to their association with the Olympic games, I mean McDonald's, for one, don't get me wrong I'm not going to write on here that McDonald's is tasteless processed lukewarm rubbish as that might get me in trouble, but I can't understand the association with the Olympics, "Official fast food restaurant of the Olympic games" I mean nothing says, honed to perfection athletes that spend their entire careers waiting for this moment, than a Big Mac. Do you actually think that these athletes have even eaten a McDonald's?. Tampax, the official tampon of the Olympic Games, I mean seriously, When I'm after female sanitary products, and to be honest that's not very often at all as I'm a man, I always think to myself, "Hmmmm what sanitary product would our Olympic heroes use? Ah yes Tampax, that's the tampon with the new easy insertion tube for me". Visa the official credit card of the Olympic games?, actually I can understand this one seeing as how the British tax payers have paid for all of this out their own pockets, and are now that skint that we are having to use our Visa cards to pay for everything! At the end of the day we know it all boils down to cold hard cash the reason that these companies are touted as official Olympic suppliers and nothing else, but it does raise some ethical questions as to whether or not some of these companies should be involved with what is supposed to be the pinnacle of sports competition in the world. Maybe I'm just bitter though as they refused my application to be the official blog of the Olympic games. Ah well C'est La Vie !!
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Also this week, my eldest son graduated from school (Another Americanism) and it made me think of the time when I left school. At the time of leaving it doesn't really hit you that there is so many people that you may never see again in your life. Sometimes to be honest that's not a bad thing as we all went to school with some douchebags (another Americanism), I know that I did, and to be honest I was probably on some other peoples douchbag list. But it's hard to imagine that out of the group of people that you went through your school life together with, apart from close friends you may never see them again. The strange thing is, that even now at nearly 40 years old (Yes I am that old) you still look back upon those days with fondness and remember the silly little things that you did together. In today's digital age it's easier to keep in contact with people via facebook and twitter etc. I'm sure many of you have found a few old school friends on facebook and had the awkward, Hi how are you conversation, when you have to tell them everything that has happened in the last twenty or so years in about two minutes, "Well I got married, ran my own business, had a son, got divorced, had another son, and I now work in IT" but its not the same, you want to be able to discuss in depth the time that you all played a prank on that teacher etc.. I'm starting to think that in this Americanised world that we live in we ought to take part in another American school institution, the school reunion. Why not indeed it will give us all a chance to catch up and see how we all are, and you never know, that really hot girl from your chemistry lessons might be single !! So if anyone reading this is from the Hallcross class of 89 then get in touch !!
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Also this week, I discovered that my mum still had the crying boy painting from my childhood. After last weeks blog where I mentioned about me and my brother with the "Splatski", I was reminded that our number one target as children was the rather spooky crying boy picture that used to hang on the landing. For those of you that are old enough (I can't remember myself, someone else told me about it honest ..) In 1985 there was an outcry after a couple's home burned down mysteriously, but the crying boy painting remained unburnt. It was even suggested that the painting had actually started the fire, and so an urban myth was born. It even reached the heights (So I was told) that the Sun newspaper, that bastion of all things that are good and righteous, decided that all crying boy paintings were evil and demanded that it's readers send in their paintings so that they could all be burnt. Actually more than 2,500 were sent in to be burnt at the stake. Anyway Because of all this hysteria, we protected our parents house by making sure that the crying boy knew who was the boss in our house, he was regularly covered in "Splatski" and on more than one occasion he had blowdarts shot in his sad little face. I can't actually remember when he was taken down and put into storage, but knowing my mother and her ability to hoard everything that someone has ever owned, I was pretty confident that he still existed. The picture you can see, is the actual painting that was in our house, taken from my phone, spooky little bastard ain't he.
Anyway time for me to go, maybe next week I'll reveal the story about my brother being scared of a pair of curtains ..... Sleep well.
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