Thursday, 28 February 2013

The Ultimate Warrior's shock confession!

The Ultimate Warrior, WWE, WWF, shock confession, wrestling
Jim Hellwig - the artist formerly known as The Ultimate Warrior - was pretty much my biggest hero growing up in the 80s and 90s (next to David Hasselhoff of course). The former WWF (I know it's called WWE these days...) superstar was a ticking time bomb of tassels and muscles inside the ring, and would go on to beat Hulk Hogan in the main event at Wrestlemania 6 in 1990. He was the ultimate showman, the ultimate fighter, and the ultimate alpha male...

Which is why it came as a little surprise to find this confession from him on YouTube recently. I know the man went off the rails a bit, but jeez I never saw this one coming...!

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Wax On, Wax Off - Whatever happened to the Karate Kid?

One of the greatest films of my childhood was The Karate Kid. I can remember the excitement of being picked up from school when I was around six or seven and my dad breaking the news to me that he had rented the film from the local video shop.

This was way before the days of digital downloads, DVDs, and even Blockbuster video stores! Our video shop back then doubled up as an Off Licence and only stocked one copy of every film in their shop, so for dad to manage to get hold of a copy of the newly released Hollywood hit was a huge achievement.

Things were never the same for me after watching that film; it changed my life forever. That film gave me the strength to take up karate and helped me stand up to my own bullies in the playground.

Unfortunately I also started hanging out with an old Chinese guy, which didn't really work out. The police and the courts got involved and things were said that neither party meant, and eventually it all got really messy, and it's a part of my life I'd rather not revisit...

Anyhow... I'd always wondered what happened to the film's star Ralph Macchio. I know after he'd crane-kicked the hell out of Johnny he turned up in a couple of sequels, but apart from that and My Cousin Vinny, where the hell did Daniel Larusso go?

Finally after a bit of digging around on the internet, I finally found some answers...

Monday, 18 February 2013

Lad Lit Book Reviews: Be Careful What You Wish For by Simon Jordan

Books For Men Book Review! Be Careful What You Wish For by Simon Jordan
If you have gone and watched your football team play against Crystal Palace in the last decade, chances are you would have chanted “Simon Jordan is a w*nker” alongside 10,000 or so of your fellow fans at the top of your lungs.

Perhaps this is not the best endorsement for Simon Jordan and his book, but how many other football chairman can you think of that was more controversial, more outspoken, and more blonde than the former Eagles owner?

Palace fans loved him, opposition fans loved to taunt him. The perma-tanned self-made millionaire made his fortune in the mobile phone business and by the age of 32 he was the youngest owner of a football club. Ten years and £35m later he had lost it all, but what a decade he had left in his wake.

You might not think that Jordan has much more to say in this book that he hasn’t already aired publicly such was his inability to keep his mouth shut in front of reporters or a TV camera, but that certainly isn’t the case.

What is refreshing about this book compared to other football autobiographies is that we get a different perspective on the crazy world of top-flight football. Never one to be a shrinking violet, Jordan is unrelenting with his attacks on players, managers, agents, and other chairman (he once said: “If I see another David Gold interview on the poor East End Jewish boy done good I'll impale myself on one of his dildos).

I applaud his tenaciousness to try and turn his beloved Crystal Palace into a top flight contender, but at the same time I can’t help but shake my head at his insistence to continue to throw millions of pounds at something without considering the consequences. It is a bit like lending cash to your best mate who you know is rubbish with money; you know you’ll never get the money back but you keep trying to help out. Another classic case of an accomplished businessman leaving his business acumen at the turnstiles.

Jordan is certainly lives up to the hype of a big-time Charlie as he talks about his Spanish villas and private jets, but so what? He earned the right to live that lifestyle, and how many more football chairman do you know who dated supermodels? Whatever your opinion of him, his time in football certainly made things interesting.

He battled relentless against the system, creating enemies in every corner of the football family from senior members of the FA to Millwall and Birmingham fans and to fellow chairman (former Charlton chairman Richard Murray challenged him to a fight) and the managers he hired and fired (eight managers would come and go during his tenure). That is not to say that Jordan did not have his supporters and friends in football, but he wasn't afraid of who upset along the way.

In amongst all the bravado and the self-gratification is a very insightful look at the parts of football we as fans don’t normally get exposed to, and after reading this book I truly believe Jordan wanted to make a difference in football and fought a good fight. Unfortunately for him it wasn’t good enough and not only did he lose a fortune, but football in general is probably a lot poorer for the loss of another great character.

As a football fan, I found this a really enjoyable read. Football is a bit like a pantomime or a soap opera and the roles of those characters are played out beautifully in this book. We have the implosion of ITV Digital, the Iain Dowie court case for fraudulent misrepresentation (when Jordan issued Dowie a writ during his press conference as he was being unveiled as the new Charlton manager), and of course the bitter downfall that nearly dragged Palace into the football graveyard of obscurity. Unfortunately for Jordan it was his lone tombstone that was consigned to football folklore.

http://stevenscaffardi.blogspot.co.uk/p/the-lad-lit-book-review.html

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Funny books about relationships for men - check out The Drought!

Funny books about relationships for men - check out The Drought! Lad Lit, Comedy, Funny books for men,
Happy Valentines Day everyone! As today is the official day of love, I thought what better than to give a little plug for The Drought! Over the last couple of months, The Drought has been picking up some great reviews and I just wanted to say t big thank you to everyone who has read it and posted their positive feedback.

And for those of you who have not read it, then why not check it out today? It is only 99p/99c at eBook version or if you want to splash the cash out for a loved one, it is also available in paperback.If you want to find out a bit more about the book then check out this link.

Saturday, 9 February 2013

Download The Drought for FREE until March 15!

Hi guys and gals, I am pleased to announce that I have another offer running on Smashwords where you can download The Drought for FREE if you have an eReader!

Click this link and type in the promotional code 'WF86L' prior to completing the check-out. Feel free to pass the promotional code on anyone you might know! Offer ends on March 15, 2013.

And if you like the book, then please write a review somewhere online like at Goodreads, Amazon, Smashwords, or on your blog!

Saturday, 2 February 2013

David Hasselhoff... I salute you, we ALL salute you!

If religion is real and there is a God, then that man must be David Hasselhoff. And how do I know this I hear you ask? Because when I asked the official David Hasselhoff iPhone app if he was indeed our Lord and Saviour, the answer came through loud and clear...


In case your tiny brains can't quite comprehend the magnitude of what I'm saying and you need a bit more "evidence" to be convinced, then let's take a look at the facts as to why this man deserves his legendary status.

David Michael Hasselhoff was born July 17, 1952 in Baltimore, Maryland. His CV reads actor, singer, producer, and businessman. What the hell does your CV say? Fruit and Veg stacker at Tescos?!

He is the man responsible for bringing us a crime-fighting talking car, bikini clad babes bouncing up and down on our TV screens every week, a chest rug to die for, and the most impressive thing of all - he was single-handedly responsible for bringing down the Berlin Wall. Fact!

(You won't be reading any of those things on Matthew McConaughey's CV any time soon I can tell you that!)

He first lit up our screens in the early 1980s when as Michael Knight he took on the criminal underworld with a the aid of talking car. He said of his Knight Rider success: "It's because it was about saving lives, not taking lives, and it was how one man really can make a difference." What a guy!

When Knight Rider went off the air in 1986, he was shunned in the US and turned to Europe where the German people held The Hoff to their bosom and offered him the adulation he so richly deserved. It would be Hasselhoff's song Looking For Freedom that would united a nation and help end the Cold War. And on New Year's Eve 1989, the hunk in the trunks, clambered up on top of the partly demolished wall to belt out his chart-topping anthem.

David Hasselhoff, Berlin Wall, Looking For Freedom, The Hoff,
The historical importance of that day in Berlin was not lost on The Hoff
But once again Hasselhoff failed to receive the plaudits he so richly deserved, and would later tell Germany's TV Spielfilm magazine that he felt his pivotal role in harmonising relations between the two sides of the divide had been overlooked. "I find it a bit sad that there is no photo of me hanging on the walls in the Berlin Museum at Checkpoint Charlie," he told the magazine. I couldn't agree more David!

After not one, but two daggers to the heart, lesser men might have disappeared into obscurity. Some people stand in the darkness, afraid to step into the light... But not David Hasselhoff.

And after picking himself up and dusting himself down again, The Hoff made his third and most successful comeback when he launched Baywatch. The show originally aired in 1989 but was canned after just one series (and the conspiracy theories started doing the rounds again). But we'd already seen the true grit and determination this man had shown before and he was never going to give up that easily! Two years later he invested his own money and as executive producer he brought back Boobwatch, I mean Baywatch, to the small screen, much to the delight of young men across the world and Kleenex sales.

Alexandra Paul (right) tried her best to ruin Baywatch for us all
Men should be eternally grateful to The Hoff, because for the first time we were able to sit in front of the TV and ogle half naked women without the fear of our mothers walking in and catching us red-handed (and yes that is a euphemism). Yes we had to put up with the flat-chested Alexandra Paul from time to time, but it was a small price to pay for 10 seasons of Pamela Anderson, Carmen Electra, Erika Eleniak, Yasmine Bleeth, and a whole host of other buxom beauties!

Baywatch was shown in 140 countries around the globe and according to the Guinness Book of World Records it was the most watched TV show in the world with 1.1 billion viewers. And we all know why - the fantastic scripts and storylines of course! Throw into the mix acting performances worthy of any awards ceremony, and you had a recipe for success.

After Baywatch The Hoff could have rode off into the sunset with his reported $100,000,000 fortune, but he didn't want to be selfish and let his legions of fans down. The past decade has seen Hasselhoff turn up in The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, have a stint as a judge on America's Got Talent and Britain's Got Talent, rack up a UK number one with his Emmy Award winning song Jump In My Car (I'm not too sure if it actually got to number one or won an won an Emmy, but it should have!), made an appearance in World Wrestling Entertainment, and my personal favourite - he appeared as Captain Hook in panto at Wimbledon Theatre. I know because I was there in the front row chanting Encore David, encore! 

Of course there was the well publicized video clip of a shirtless Hasselhoff in a drunken stupor eating a cheeseburger, but I refuse to dwell on this moment. The Hoff is not a man without his faults, which is what makes it easier to love the man. And let's face it, who hasn't got home shitfaced after a night out on the Tequila's and ended up on the floor eating a kebab?

David wasn't impressed that his foreskin
ended up looking like a Shar Pei
No, I refuse to let the man's legacy be pinned on one minor incident, especially after all he has done for mankind! Instead, I want to remember him just like everyone else wants to remember him...

...As a mirror image of this picture on the left.

I don't have a scooby what he is doing either, but who frickin' cares! If anyone can get away with this pose, then that man is The Hoff! And for that reason...

David Hasselhoff... I salute you, we ALL salute you!