As you begin to read this article, you're probably starting to wonder "what the hell is this? What is Julian Radbourne, self-confessed heavy rock fan, doing buying a dance music CD?"
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Tuesday, December 31, 2002
The Next Big Thing - Bubba Ray Dudley
Ever since the departure of Stone Cold Steve Austin from the WWE a few months ago, many names have been mentioned with regards to who will become the next big name of the Raw brand. A name that has been mentioned countless times is Rob Van Dam. However, while I am a great admirer of RVD's work, I don't think that RVD is the man - yet.
So who is going to be the man to step up to the plate, to step up to the plateau that is currently occupied by Triple H?
So who is going to be the man to step up to the plate, to step up to the plateau that is currently occupied by Triple H?
Raw Has Lost a Viewer
It's Tuesday night, around 11:20pm, here in Britain as I write this. I haven't watched No Mercy yet, because I didn't have the stamina to stay up until four in the morning, having partied the night away with my World Association of Wrestling buddies.
I've just taken one of my antidepressants. The pill takes a little while to kick in. I normally get a little sad this time of the evening, but tonight, I'm sad because I feel like I've lost an old friend, something that has been with me, through good times and bad, since 1989.
I haven't seen Raw yet. Us Brits don't have that honour until the Friday after it airs in the US But this Friday, I probably won't be making the effort to gather together some heavily-salted snacks, a few soft drinks (I'm not allowed my beloved beer at the moment), and a couple of chocolate bars, in anticipation of two hours of top notch entertainment.
I've read the reviews, and the condemnation. It's all over the Internet. Triple H gets dressed up as Kane, and, well, you know the rest.
I've just taken one of my antidepressants. The pill takes a little while to kick in. I normally get a little sad this time of the evening, but tonight, I'm sad because I feel like I've lost an old friend, something that has been with me, through good times and bad, since 1989.
I haven't seen Raw yet. Us Brits don't have that honour until the Friday after it airs in the US But this Friday, I probably won't be making the effort to gather together some heavily-salted snacks, a few soft drinks (I'm not allowed my beloved beer at the moment), and a couple of chocolate bars, in anticipation of two hours of top notch entertainment.
I've read the reviews, and the condemnation. It's all over the Internet. Triple H gets dressed up as Kane, and, well, you know the rest.
Chris Jericho - Your Country Needs You
Ever since July 4th, the anniversary of the day in which the Great British Empire got rid of a piece of dead weight called the USA, I've been getting a strange feeling of deja-vu. It all began when Canadian citizens Lance Storm, Christian and Test stormed to the ring during a Smackdown broadcast, and proclaimed that everything in the good old US of A sucked. And so, the Anti-Americans were born.
Obviously, I am not, and will not be, the first, or the last, to draw comparisons to two other Canadian/anti-American scenarios in the world of professional wrestling. But this time, there is one significant difference.
Let's step into the time machine and journey back to 1997. Bret Hart, now a Yank-hating heel, sought the aid of old comrades Owen Hart, Jim Neidhart, Davey Boy Smith and Brian Pillman in forming the second incarnation of the Hart Foundation. Despised on American soil, they were national heroes in Canada. They proclaimed everything in the good old US of A sucked.
Obviously, I am not, and will not be, the first, or the last, to draw comparisons to two other Canadian/anti-American scenarios in the world of professional wrestling. But this time, there is one significant difference.
Let's step into the time machine and journey back to 1997. Bret Hart, now a Yank-hating heel, sought the aid of old comrades Owen Hart, Jim Neidhart, Davey Boy Smith and Brian Pillman in forming the second incarnation of the Hart Foundation. Despised on American soil, they were national heroes in Canada. They proclaimed everything in the good old US of A sucked.
Random Ramblings March
It has now been about three months since I stopped writing about the American wrestling scene on a regular, weekly basis. While many, okay, a few, have told me they miss my weekly comments, the same few have also asked me if I missed writing about them. If I am to be totally truthful here, then I would have to say that no, I don't.
There were two main reasons I gave for giving up something that was becoming nothing more than a tiresome chore. Last December, I wrote that I was finding it difficult to report on the US wrestling scene while living here in Britain. The demise of ECW and WCW meant that, because no British television station has the guts to take a chance on an American indy show, all we get here now is the WWF, and I didn't really find that inspiring.
There were two main reasons I gave for giving up something that was becoming nothing more than a tiresome chore. Last December, I wrote that I was finding it difficult to report on the US wrestling scene while living here in Britain. The demise of ECW and WCW meant that, because no British television station has the guts to take a chance on an American indy show, all we get here now is the WWF, and I didn't really find that inspiring.
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
18th December 2002
Well, it's exactly a week before Christmas. The original Psycho (a film I've never actually seen the entire way through) is on television, and you know what, I feel fucking great.
Friday, December 06, 2002
6th December 2002
It's nearly midnight on this cold Friday evening, and seeing as I haven't written one of these pieces in a while, I thought I'd turn what could be a couple of hours of extra boredom and write down a few thoughts.
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