Fantamady Keita

Malian football legend…

1972 Top Scorer African Nations Cup
Did he write this article regarding S�n�gal?
He is described as a ‘Great’ in this article about the ANC 2002
Mentioned again and again in this story of Malian Football Politics

Some Stuff

I watched ‘From Hell’ the other day, starring
Johnny(sp?) Depp. Not bad, very very bloody. I’ve calmed down a bit
after the incident on Saturday…but did find out that two mates (Paul
and Ed) got beaten up just before those clowns came over and it sounds
like the same peeps. Nanou’s telling the police tomorrow so we’ll see
what happens…

Seamus loves stats

Well during the jihad I didn’t notice that
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So here’s some cool facts:

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ho ho ho

rush

I’ve been trying to think of an epic opening for this
entry but i cant think of one except that tonight was really fucked up.
we went to a party (mariatzel, joss, me zotos, elisa, lots of others)
first which was ok, pretty cool, relaxed, then went to Notre Dame. I
wanted to get a lift home from Nanou (the bar owner) so me and
Mariatzel stayed there after it cLose Weight Exercise/”>Lose Weight Exercised at 2am. We were standing outside
the bar when two cars pulled up outside, the first with 4 guys in it
and the second with 2 girls. It seemed like on of the guys had lost
their phone or some shit because the first two guys in the first car
jumped out, ran off and gave the keys to the the other two. at first i
thought (honestly) that they were being followed by police, that’s why
they ran, but the other two guys seemed relaxed, just got in the front
and seemed like they were going to drive off (coz they were blocking
the road). anyway the new driver guy couldn’t start the car because it
had an immobilizer on it which he couldnt work out, we (who were
standing outside the bar) were even giggling at this…then the first
two guys who originally ran off came back and resumed their positions.
everyhting normal so far. anyway then this one guy says ‘let’s get out
of here, i hate being near these french fucks. fuck france’. Nanou
started giggling at this, so the guy who said it like jumped out of the
car and started slagging him off ‘fuck you, fuck your mother, i’ll
fucking kill you’ etc. Nanou is immediately on the phone to braheim
(his brother who owns the Couche
Tard) and tells him to get the
fuck over here…meanwhile another of the guys gets out of the car and
starts slagging nanou and pat (the guy who works the door at ND) off. A
thirs guy gets out of the car and tries to calm these two down (because
i think he knew nanou or somehting, or at least knew not to fuck with
him) but this first guy (about 6’1″, built, black, black leather jacket
with ‘Redskins’ written across it) pulls out this fucking foot long
metal weapon (later described as a bushido weapon by this french guy
who was there) and starts waving it around. the whole time i’m kind of
in a dream state, as if i’m watching it all on tv. i had my arms around
mariatzel at the time and all i could think was that it was ok because
we were together so nothing was going to happen. eventually the guy
with the stick gets in the car, all the time staring at nanou (who is
getting pissed off because brheim the fucking thai boxing champion
asskicker hasnt turned up yet). so they dirve off, just as braheim
arrives…anyway nanou was so mad, madder than i’ve ever seen him, and
i am just still a bit pickled even though i’m at home (and M is in the
shower). fuck i hate people sometimes. just makes you want to stay at
fucking home all day.

green laguna, ??? ANT 38 – i did get the rest of the licence plate but i forgot it. fuck them.

Nearly a DJ

Well last night was an amazing success – all of
the people who went to the club had an amazing time, DJ Freddie Jay
(love it!) was absolutely wicked, or as Joss put it ‘The Diesel Don’,
and the party lasted until well into tomorrow (5am). Sweet. As a result
of this (and Mariatzel staying over at mine after) I’m absolutely
knackered now (just got back from working at Notre Dame – ok night,
nothing really ground breaking happened) so I’m off to bed quickly….

WTF? GB win a Gold medal?!?!

“Don’t sleep with her until you’re sure she won’t dump you” – Laura Denton c.Feb 2001

Oooooooo

Wednesday is the big night at the club Systeme…it’s shaping up to be really cool…I can’t wait.
I
am really tired at the moment, have been doing quite a lot of stuff
(not interesting stuff, just stuff). My ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend
(you do the maths) is visiting (her) at the moment which is pretty cool
coz he’s a dude and I haven’t seen him for ages – I suppose Grenoble is
as nice a place as any to come on your leave from the army….just the
thought makes me want to puke….

I did an impromptu work session at the bar tonight and I just realised 10 seconds ago that I wasn’t paid. Shit.

Slept at Mariatzel’s place last night. Which was nice…

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

Oh shit, it was yesterday wasn’t it?! I must have missed it…he he he…
No honestly I had a great time this Feb 14th…It all began on Wednesday…

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So I hadn’t seen the Mexicans for 24hrs and I was wondering what was
up…I called Keila (who now seems to have turned into a crazy
cat…..more later) and she said that she and Mariatzel would meet me
around 6pm. We hooked up and went to the Boite a Sardines for a coffee.
Now I thought that both of them were going to eat some Fondue with
their classes, but in fact Mariatzel was free – which meant good news
for me…
We went to G�ant to buy some food…imagine this shopping list:
Beer
Wine
Chocolate
Sweets
Lime Doritos
Cheese
Bread
Chupa Chups
Ice Cream x 2
Yoghurt
Caramel Sauce

…and took it all back to my place. The time was like 9pm now…20
hours later (5pm Valentine’s Day) we were in the same place…very full
and (at least I was) very happy. Sweet.

Then unfortunately(sp?) I had to work at the bar so no romance in the
evening, but it was ok…the start of the night was more dead than
breeze (tm Joss), but it picked up a little towards the end…I think
it was just the mixture of holidays with romance which was keeping
everyone locked up in their homes…

Tonight (Friday) sounds like it’s shaping up to be cool…It’s a girl
from Wimbeldon’s birthday (I think Joss really fancies her) and I’m
going to her party (which just happens to be in the same block as
Mariatzel’s place…sweet. We’ll see how it goes…

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In other news…I bough some small speakers for my laptop so I can play
cds without the internal ones crackling like bastards…they seem to be
pretty cool (they do their job). I would advise anyone who wants to buy
audio speakers (and don’t want to pay upwards of �50) to always look
around computer shops instead of looking in HMV or whatever because the
quality is 10x better and the price is 10x better too (which makes them
100x better…you dig?)

Respect is due to: Paul, Flintoff (da Daddy), Mairead (great name) and
to Blackstreet for getting so many couples through Valentine’s Day
(relatively) unscathed…

Oooops

It looks like I just got myself a girlfriend.

It all started last Thursday……

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So
Thursday night in Notre Dame…Joss and I are working….It’s a
banger…Suddenly the Mexican (from here known as Mariatzel) walks into
the bar and comes over…She’s lost the others and thinks she’ll wait
for them here. ‘Sweet’ I think, as I can chat with her for a while…

So we get to chatting…but then disaster #1…A French friend of mine,
Phillipe(sp?) comes over to us and joins in the convo. Normally that’d
be cool as far as I was concerned but I really wanted to put in some
quality groundwork and I knew that if he started chatting with her he
wouldn’t give up all night (he’s a persistent bugger). Unofrtunately I
was right and he did chat with her for the next 2 hours while i watched
on in horror…

Then disaster #2 – The other Mexican girl, Keila, comes in with a
Swedish friend and she is off her face. Totally battered. I could see
it a mile off…but as soon as she came over things went from bad to
worse…I offer the old ‘bisous’ and BAM…she tries to get some tongue
action….I was mortified because not only would I have to turn down
the advances of Keila, but it was going to ruin my future with
Mariatzel…Wank.

The night was really crap from then on…I was moping around the bar,
Keila got more and more drunk and started losing things and causing
trouble (not real trouble but just drunk girl trouble) and finally they
all left to go to Vieux Manoir (the 5am bar). I didn’t know whether to
bother, but I thought that I might as well because Joss and George the
Whining Irish were both quite up for it…ho ho ho…

When we arrived at VM the scene was almost identical to ND…same
people, all drunk, Keila nearly crying (she’d ‘lost’ her keys, money,
coat etc) Mariatzel looking like she ws getting annoyed…..yuck….I
tried to have a good time but eventually we realised that Keila was too
drunk to do anything so we decided to take her back to George’s…30
minutes later we were all in ‘bed’….George, Keila, Joss and Rachel in
the double bed, Mariatzel and me on the floor…Then I stopped cursing
my bad luck and realised that the bad karma of the night was all
leading to the best night i’d had in Grenoble…

The next day, Friday, we (George, Keila, Mariatzel, me) went to
watch Ocean’s Eleven at the Club cinema…it was really good I thought,
maybe a little tiny bit bland due to the huge number of personalities
but still it was (George: ‘A good veg’). After we had a drink and went
home…

Saturday I worked with new bar recruit Fre (Holland), it was a psycho
night, Shiv, Rob and Alex were all back in the social frame of mind and
my god can those bastards drink…we all then went to the Vieux Manoir
again but only for about 20 minutes so Joss could see Amelie, then it
was home…

Sunday it was the NBA All Star Game!!! I watched it with Keila and
Mariatzel in Berlioz…then we all slept in her room (Keila’s)…very
nice evening…In the day we also watched the African Nations Cup final
and PSG v Marseille…Cool…

Yesterday was Mariatzel’s birthday (great timing doofus) but she seemed
pretty downbeat about it…Keila’s spousal problems didn’t help…in
the end I went with M to a bar called ‘No Name’ (she’d arranged like 2
weeks ago to meet a 28yr old Mexican guy there)…suffice to say that
as soon as he saw me his faced changed from ‘Full of Love’ to ‘Who the
fuck is this english prick?’. I didn’t really mind, I just read the
paper and watched the old timers dance the tango (it was quite romantic
actually)…When we went back to Berlioz it was too late to catch a bus
or tram so we had to find someone’s floor to sleep on – In fact we went
one better, as Dara was not only awake but was planning to sleep on the
floor himslef, thus having a free bed – we didn’t object…To top the
night off we had a big smoke on his Sheesha pipe before sleep – great
strawberry tobacco – mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..

My Sister, ce heros

I’m not sure if anyone reads the comments
on any of the stuff on this site, but I just realised that everyone can
tell when it is my sister who is commenting because her ‘literary
style’ is just like mine…Maybe the way you think is genetic…

Or maybe we went to the same school and have the same parents etc. Interesting….very…