Monday, November 29, 2010

Of Football, Potholes and Britishness

My Yahoo! column for the fortnight can be read here. It's about football, powdered eggs, textile mills, John Lennon, and majoritarianism, among other things.

10 comments:

adrian mckinty said...

Girish,

I remember that incident very well. Andrew King and I rushed to the Rose and Crown on North Parade where the landlord had a TV but refused to put the sound on because "it ruined the atmosphere of the pub." I think his enraged customers changed his mind, either that or we went somewhere else.

Girish Shahane said...

Hi, Adrian, glad the Rose and Crown owner was a bit less stubborn than Çan.
For some reason the name Çan has been rendered throughout my column as 'Can', inverted commas included.

Kapil said...

Interesting. Not for nothing that even some nationalist Indian leaders were anglophiles, at the same time they were fighting the British.

Dr C. Erimtan said...

Oh yes, I remember it well . . . those disappointed footie fans and what not . . .

Girish Shahane said...

Haha, we're having an LMH reunion online, it seems. Welcome to Shoot First, Mumble Later, Dr Çan Erimtan. No doubt you remember Mr McKinty, with whom you shared a thermostat.

adrian said...

Girish, Can


I prefer to think of it as a Hobbit hole.

Jabeen said...

Hi, Can! How are you? Hope you remember me too, we shared a few hellos during my Oxford visit :)

Anonymous said...

Of course, I remember Mr McKinty -- one of the Basement Guys and Gal (BGG) -- and Jabeen, yes I remember you by name. Alas, I must confess that as a person, you have somewhat evaded me, meaning that I actually have no memories of you . . . other than your name, that is.

I hope I am not being too blatantly honest.

It's a strange world we live in today . . . having a virtual moment between Oz, Bombay, and Istanbul . . . and Oxford too.

Hsving said that, the Dr bit really look pretentious, I should get rid of it post-haste (now how do I do that? . . .)

And Girish, my man, you really do not need that cédille to pronounce my name. C is the Turkish version of the Arabic letter Jeem (you know which one I mean, methinks).

All in all, LMH lives on in all of us . . .

Girish Shahane said...

Can, I don't think you met Jabeen more than once, so it's unsurprising you don't remember her much.
As for the Dr., you spent so long getting that D.Phil. you might as well flaunt it.

Dr C. Erimtan said...

Oh well, I guess you got a point there . . .