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I re-watched the Rockford Files about a year ago. I am used to contemporary discussions about America's crumbling infrastructure, but one thing that struck me about the series was how run down Los Angeles looked in the 70s.
Theme from Star No Koi (2001), a Japanese comedy about a pampered, empty-headed film star who slowly becomes humanised through her relationship with a salaryman
Good point. There were times when our creative players (Chair, Willock and Andersen) were bunched up over on the left, and things just didn't look right.
Teresa Teng (Deng Lijun) was one of the biggest Chinese singing stars of the 70s and 80s. She sang in Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese and English. She died after an ashma attack in 1995.
Airport (1974) - super sentimental and heavy on the trumpets:
@Northernr "The money now is not in giving up seats in your mega stadium to some 66 year old who's been following the team for 50 years and giving him a discount just cos he's getting on in years. The money is in the family, or large group, coming in from South Korea, or the US, for one game a season - most expensive ticket, big spend in the club shop, money no object because it's a holiday etc. I enjoyed the debate at Spurs last week about 'the plastics' and ticket prices going up - guys, you've missed the memo, the plastics are the ones pumping up to a grand into the club on one visit, that's who they want, not you and your discounted pensioner's season ticket who doesn't buy anything in the ground because obviously £120 for a replica shirt and £12 for a pint in a plastic cup is a fcking liberty."
A Spurs season ticket holder was saying last week that he believes that the club no longer wants any season ticket holders (his season ticket was £1300).
We used to talk about the gentrification of football. This is the Airbnbification of football.
The problem with Matt Smith was that whenever he was on the pitch we switched to Matt Smith ball (whacking the ball in the general direction of Matt Smith).
C'est une maison bleue - It's a blue house, Adossée à la colline - Standing against a hill. On y vient à pied, on ne frappe pas - You get there on foot, you walk in without knocking: Ceux qui vivent là, ont jeté la clé - The people who live there have thrown away the key.
On se retrouve ensemble - We are together again, Après des années de route - After years on the road. Et l'on vient s'asseoir, autour du repas - And we gather for a meal, Tout le monde est là, à cinq heures du soir - Everybody's there, at five in the evening.
Quand San Francisco s'embrume - When San Francisco is covered in fog, Quand San Francisco s'allume - When San Francisco lights up.