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Great thread. Tom Waits is The Man for me (Saturday Night ... Jersey Girl ... The Piano Has Been Drinking ... all amazing tunes) but when I was younger it was Springsteen. Then he made some rubbish and I wasn't that interested anymore. Until he came out with Western Stars album, and this track, Moonlight Motel.
What an amazing thread. Good work, WindsorR and the Board, to get talking.
I went down the rabbit hole of misery in my 30s (no need to go into why) but you don't really see it for what it is at the time. I tried not to be angry but that wasn't the easiest thing to control, so - as everyone's said - exercise was a great help.
Definitely opening up to people - friends - is a great help. Having a community that supports you in tough times is vital. I'm older now so don't care if I come across oddly at times whereas in the 30s I was worried all the time I was putting people off. Proper friends won't care; they'll stick with you.
Medicating with booze or drugs won't make the problem go away so try and steer clear if you can.
I'm trying to help a guy at the moment who is paralysed with depression. It's tough, but you just be as consistent as you can be, so they know you're around whenever they need you.
I was surprised by how good a book Lonely Boy is, and am looking forward to the adaptation.
I've met Glen Matlock on a couple of occasions and try very hard to keep the conversation to talking about QPR (not hard) rather than go all fan-boy at him about Pretty Vacant and Anarchy ...
I might have mentioned this one before, but if you're looking for something to take your mind off all this, then City of Thieves by David Benioff - half of the Game of Thrones team - is a great read, set in an under-siege Leningrad during WW2 and about two Russian boys having to undertake a dangerous mission - collect some eggs to make a wedding cake - by crossing the German lines. Really gripping and well-told.
More recently there's the new Hilary Mantel, The Mirror and the Light, which at *checks length* 880 pages, should get anyone through the tedious days ahead; I haven't started it yet but the previous one, Bring Up the Bodies, was brilliant and I thought better than Wolf Hall.
I worked with Paul McKenna once. His behaviour was appalling. Funny how the third-rate types always seem to think they should be treated with greater importance than they deserve. If you want to know what someone's worth as a person, look at how they treat the people around them - he failed that one, big time.
Great interview Clive. Steady hands, from the sound of it, with Les; we might not agree with every decision or analysis but he's made them and it's clear he'll stick with them. About the most reassuring element of the Board I can think of.
Born in Richmond and, after some years trundling about London and points west and south, bought my first flat in Acton Lane in Chiswick, over a TV repair shop. Upgraded to full-on Acton near the main line station near the A40 and lived there for fifteen years before boxing up loads of old QPR programmes about ten years ago and moving to Finchley. There used to be an R in our street but they moved out to the country somewhere. The kids are grown up now (although one's moved back home, what a surprise) so we're looking at moving further into town in a few years or so.
Excellent work, Clive. Thanks. As a previous agnostic on TF and now a firm non-believer, it was interesting to see what he had to say. I agree with Neil that he seemed starstruck and all the related problems this gives the club; but maybe therein lies something. Perhaps TF's role needs to be reduced to the boardroom equivalent of Jude the Cat - come out, wave his arms about, cheer along, but with no real say in anything on the pitch or elsewhere any more. Maybe then he and his ridiculous tweets could be bearable.
The Reading thing is jaw-dropping but what's this rubbish? I'd never seen this load of crap before - although, with clips of SWP and Anton 'Bullet' Ferdinand in there I'm not surprised I missed it. Awful.
When I was younger we used to have to celebrate our Christmases with our cousins, dunno why. Maybe it just meant more presents. Either way it was torture when we were young - we had to wait till The Grownups had eaten and washed up before we were allowed presents. Anyway one year my cousin Tom, a year older than me, was given a present by his parents - I saw him unwrap it - a bottle-green velvet smoking jacket (whatever the f*!k that is). He didn't know what to say. A year later, his Dad unwraps his present from Tom - a bottle-green velvet smoking jacket ... a year on, and I open my present from my uncle & aunt. Yes, a bottle-green velvet smoking jacket ... Wish I'd kept it now, it would be fun to have passed it on, year after year, never breaking the chain. As it is I chucked it on a fire and watched it burn.
Thanks - I've had some others suggest the cold bath option (the word 'ice' has been used) but I'm going to find the run torture enough, don't think I could do that to myself as well. I'll just stretch out properly and hope that means I'm still functioning on Monday. Seeing as how this is my first one, I'm not that bothered about a time, but just looking forward to completing it. From never having run before, until last year when I followed an NHS podcast, From Couch to 5k, I'm just happy to be out there doing it, frankly. Plus it's cheaper than any gym. Quite fancy the Royal Parks - someone suggested I try the Bridges, when you run over most of London's bridges. DOn't know when that is, though.
Spare a thought through your hangovers on Sunday morning for those of us who have got out of bed early to run the North London Half marathon, from the Saracens Allianz stadium in Copthall in Barnet down to Wembley. We run through Wembley Stadium - looking forward to some Bobby Zamora-driven memories there - then back up to the Allianz Stadium for the finish. Never run this far before in my life (now early 50s) but decided to have a go at doing something healthy for a change, rather than just shout at the linesman.
Slightly different to all of the above is CITY OF THIEVES by David Benioff. He's one of the producers on Game of Thrones but this was written before then, it's a novel about the siege of Leningrad in WW2, about two young men asked to find some eggs for a wedding cake. Sounds daft but it's unputdownable.
Maybe he'll go, maybe he'll be pushed, maybe he'll stick around a bit longer, maybe he'll go at the end of the season. I don't know.
What matters is: have we got any kind of plan here? Is there a succession organised? Do the board have any kind of effin clue as to what to do next, other than panic and throw money at the problem? Will they be brave enough not to go for A Name but rather The Right Person For The Job, which may mean less column inches for QPR and less name-dropping ... but maybe - whisper it - something resembling a coherent football-oriented way forward.
Maybe it's the influence of Glenda, maybe it's Sir Les, but someone has got Charlie hitting the ball first time rather than taking a touch first, and that makes a difference. Added to that is the way Vargas hangs on for the second goal - he runs last but then slows up as he can either see Charlie sprinting in or they're working on something they've trained for, which is, when the ball's going down the wing, get in the box quickly.
Not rocket science at all but there was a sharpness about Charlie's movement that suggests one or other of our coaches has spoken to him
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