Vuvuzela Nightmare

For the most part, some dodgy refereeing and public relations aside, the 2010 FIFA World Cup was fairly successful event. However, one feature of the World Cup was an unmitigated failure: The vuvuzela.

Now, I'm not writing of the actual vuvuzela. That traditional and noble Zulu instrument is made of an antelope horn and according to Wikipedia is used to signal distant villagers to meetings.  One vuvuzela served the important purpose of summoning people for miles around. One. That's plenty.

The thousands we heard incessantly throughout the World Cup were cheap, plastic, mass-produced annoyances that had about as much to do with the traditional instrument as a kazoo does with a professional orchestra-class French horn.

The sound a traditional vuvuzela makes is reported to resemble the cry of an elephant. The sound that several thousand kazoos... excuse me, plastic vuvuzelas make in a stadium can be described in several different ways:

• A billion buzzing bees
• Several thousand people breaking wind simultaneously (Or as some little kids might have asked, "What's with all the dry tooting?")
• A particularly windy Robert Mugabe harangue
• Several thousand drunken revelers blowing air through a cheap, plastic tube

It's simply a tuneless monstrosity. You can't play anything resembling a melody on it.  The only time you'll hear the phrase "that was a smoking vuvuzela" is if some irritated soccer fan sets one on fire.

The sound drowned out the cheers and singing of fans from all over the world.  It drowned out players trying to talk to each other. It drowned out players trying to communicate with the referee.* It drowned out television commentators.  It even drowned out Cristiano Ronaldo's ego, asking him when he was going to do something worthy of that statue in the Nike commercial.**

It never let up. Ever. Whenever a crowd threatened to break into a song, or a somewhat obscene team chant (or both), the vuvuzela volume would increase exponentially to snuff the sound of human voices out, the way the Death Star did to Alderran in Star Wars.

To quote a Jorge Carlito Viejo poem, the vuvuzela was like the proverbial mime: "He never leave."

As much as I love the majesty of the World Cup, I will be glad for the leagues to start up again so we can hear proper crowd noise. The next time we hear the sound of mass tooting at a soccer event, I hope it's just because the pies from the stadium vendors are particularly "beany."

Some commentators called the vuvuzela "the soundtrack of the 2010 World Cup." For once, I would have preferred a solid month of polka. At least you could dance to it.***

*Admittedly, much of this consisted of swearing.
** To which he sensibly replied, "Hey, I nutmegged Homer Simpson!"
*** Note that I completely omitted the obvious, "The vuvuzela blows" joke. I'm classy like that.

How to solve the gas* crisis in Britain - Beany for MP!

Captain Beany is running for office in Britain once again.

We here at the DOUI try to avoid politics like the plague, primarily because it cuts down on the readership. However, given that our current UK readership is nearly naught (and most of those are people who stumble on to us via "Next Blog"). I'd like to go out on a limb and endorse Captain Beany for MP. I'm not the most regular baked beans eater (for which Mrs. Fando is eternally grateful) but I do like a snootful now and again, especially with my Bangers and Mash.

So, toot your horn Captain, loud and clear. Sound off for Britain and let them hear the majestic power of your beany greatness.

He may be a complete loony, but what a loony. It would be like putting Elvis in the White House in America...if he were still alive that is. (Loud coughing and sounds to indicate nothing suspicious is going on) Mr. Blair, be on your toes. Number 10 Downing may one day see truckloads of baked bean tins in its cupboards and silent but deadly fumes that don't emanate from the Thames.

Be sure to read the manifesto as well. "A bachelor flat for Prince William in Cardiff Castle so he can date Charlotte Church." "A new royal yacht so the Queen can get away from Camilla." The royals must be flocking to Cardiff so they can cast votes.

*And by "gas" I don't mean petrol.