i'm robert knight

Britain's National Debt

2011-01-22T19:09:00.003Z

It's fun to watch!

Bob Knight (Senior)

2011-01-17T19:59:00.004Z

I write, sing and perform my own songs. My name is Robert Knight and I'm from Aberdeen, Scotland. My Dad also writes, sings and performs his own songs. He is (not surprisingly) also from Aberdeen Scotland. His name is Bob Knight. Confused yet? Don't be. If you see 'Robert Knight' that's me, 'Bob Knight' is my father. I play a mix of things and he plays folk songs.

Now we've cleared that up... here is a link to his websites:

Bob Knight myspace

Banks O' The Dee @ knightfolk.com

Poppy Rivers (Again)

2011-01-17T02:46:00.007Z

You've got to take things to their logical conclusion don't you think?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WepxPWm3ws

your reactions

2010-12-04T04:20:00.000Z

Funny, Interesting or Cool. So far no word on a shite button.

so so clean

2010-12-04T04:02:00.000Z

I've just given this blog a bit of a scrub up. I went to templates and clicked simple. Wow, that really was simple.

YOU are officially invited to...

2010-09-02T16:06:00.005+01:00

Louise Shona Dawson's 23rd Birthday Party.

It is THIS SATURDAY the 4th of September @ Triple Kirks.

You may be thinking "But I don't know Louise Shona Dawson". Don't worry about it. I don't know Louise Shona Dawson either and I'm the one who's throwing the party.

I don't intend to let that stop me, so if you can get your head around that I'll see you there.

If you want to follow the link to the facebook event there is further explanation.

Louise Shona Dawson's 23rd Birthday @ Facebook

dr kelly's textbook suicide

2010-08-22T15:30:00.003+01:00

According to the BBC Dr Kelly's suicide looked pretty authentic.

The death of Iraq weapons expert David Kelly was a "textbook case" of suicide, according to the pathologist who performed the post-mortem examination.

I admire Dr Kelly more and more. Here we have a man who when killing himself had the good sense to do it by the book so that no one might get the wrong idea. Bravo! You were the type of chap who made Britain great. But not now obviously, because you're dead.

quick update

2010-08-20T16:18:00.003+01:00

Poppy Rivers was Zoo's covergirl last month. Sorry I forgot to mention that earlier. Thanks for your votes.

russian pop makes domestic abuse sexy again

2010-08-13T00:06:00.010+01:00

Aren't you feeling just a little bit horny now? Go on, admit it! These heroically macho Gods of Pop have a no nonsense approach to women that is wonderfully refreshing in these overly politically-correct, wishy-washy, airy-fairy times. My favourite thing is how the video shows the women enjoying the violence inflicted on them. They clearly recognise that from time to time every women needs to be kept in line, sometimes with a cruel word or a telling put-down but more often with any blunt object that might cause them enough physical damage to require corrective surgery.

Best scene:
-Watching the static on TV again love?
-Yeah, I like the static. So what you gonna do about?
-Get sexy!

face your fear

2010-07-15T21:41:00.005+01:00

I was watching a talk show on TV about Phobias the other day. They brought all sorts of people totally crippled by fear and by the end of the show they had Arachnophobics touching spiders, Ornithophobics stroking birds, Ophidiophobics petting snakes and on and on.... It was amazing. The Psycologist-come-TV-guru faced the camera and said, 'In order to overcome your Phobia you must face it like our guests did today', so I decided to do just that. If it worked for those people it might also work for me. I won't lie, it wasn't easy. I had to force myself, to push hard all the way, but once I had broken the barrier my Parthenophobia was gone.

sexism

2010-06-02T17:44:00.004+01:00

When I see a hot woman on the arm of an ugly man I automatically think "I suppose he must have something going for him", but when I see an ugly woman on the arm of a handsome man I automatically think, "I wonder what's wrong with him".

searching for...

2010-05-14T18:38:00.003+01:00

Someone found my blog recently by typing "Poppy rivers foot" into google. It makes you wonder.

i vote for boobies

2010-05-08T17:48:00.004+01:00

Do me a quaver and vote for my pal Poppy Rivers to be Zoo's next cover girl.

Poppy Rivers for Zoo Cover Girl!!

You know it makes sense.

movie time savers

2010-04-25T21:19:00.001+01:00

Sixth Sense: He's dead, The Others: Dead too, Soylent Green: Is people, Se7en: Wife's head in box, The Usual Suspects: It's Kevin Spacey, Memento: Forgot he killed his wife, The Crying Game: She's a man, Fight Club: Ed Norton = Tyler Durden, Planet of The Apes: It's Earth, Valkyrie: Fails, Titanic: Sinks, Donnie Darko: Sucks.

tv debates 2010

2010-04-15T21:58:00.003+01:00

Having watched as much of the TV debates as I could I think it's safe to say that the winner on the night (by quite some margin) was boredom. Dullest TV programme ever.

wayne's 'foot' and gordon 'uncle tom' brown

2010-04-05T13:48:00.005+01:00

Before I do anything else, let me quote Gordon Brown on the state of Britain's economy today. You'll need to concentrate though as he is using a somewhat 'clever' metaphor.

"Let me explain it a bit like this; I know Wayne Rooney's just had an injury to his foot and I know everyone will be hoping he's fit for the World Cup but after an injury you need support to recover, you need support to get back to match fitness, you need support to get back your full strength and then go on to lift the World Cup".

Cringe. Any occasion in which football mixes with politics is usually a bad enough day for both, but is there anything worse than a Scottish Prime Minister trying win over English votes by kissing the arse of their national football team?

Is there any Scotsman who didn't read those words and immediately think 'you tosser', or any Englishman who didn't immediately think 'you lying tosser'? If you didn't, you're a far less cynical character than me.

Somewhere along the line our simpleton Prime Minster has got it into his head that his birthplace is a real vote loser South of the border, so he goes to great lengths to smother his heritage beneath a St. George's Cross at every opportunity. It leaves you with that slightly disgusted feeling you get when you realise you've walked into a giant, steaming pile of crap but only after you've got home and trailed it through your new house carpet.

I tend to think that people on both sides of the border might take to Gordon slightly more fondly if he wasn't such an Uncle Tom Scotsman, pretending to be something he's not, or rather pretending not to be something he is.

It's too late now though as the rumour is that the carpet cleaning of a general election is about to wash through this country in just one month's time and with it we can only hope we will wash away the stench of Gordon Brown's bullshit for good.

lindsay's back!

2010-03-31T10:10:00.005+01:00

According to the song she's stuck because of her "sticky fingers". I wish I could think of a joke about that. Nope. Nothing.

dude, i crashed my zonda!

2010-03-26T14:18:00.010Z

For the second day in a row my local paper has ran a story about a guy who pranged his Zonda when he allowed a 'professional driver' behind the wheel. No one was hurt in the accident, but the 'story' is that £300,000 of damage was caused to the £500,000 motor.

So what? His insurance will cover it. If you're rich enough to buy a complete wankers car like a Zonda, be a fucking man about it when it all goes tits. This is not a news story. Please do not try to make any more mileage out of it.

'The only thing I polish more than my Zonda is my tiny penis'

vevo

2010-03-13T22:51:00.004Z

Somehow I am remind of "New Coke". Youtube, vevo is shite. Kill it.

a poorly punctuated love story

2010-01-27T19:19:00.005Z

a girl asked a boy if he thought she was pretty
the boy replied no
she asked if he wanted to be with her forever
the boy replied no
she then asked if he would cry if she walked away
the boy replied no once again
as she walked away with tears in her eyes
the boy caught up and grabbed her arm
he told her to stay and then he said
you arent pretty you are beautiful
i dont want to be with you forever
i need to be with you forever
and if you walked away i wouldnt cry
i w o u l d d i e
the girl broke up with him after that
not because he made her cry
but because she couldnt possibly cum
f u c k i n g a h o m o s e x u a l

the end
pass it on to friends lol

what's your influence?

2009-12-30T23:13:00.002Z

I hate amateurish lyrics, kitchen-sink-drama British music and songs by people who claim to be "influenced" by The Beatles. The Beatles are the background noise of the 20th Century - their all-pervasive influence goes without saying.

We have all to some degree felt their influence.

If you are going to state The Beatles as an influence you may as well mention other radical concepts such as; "common words of the English language", "notes in a scale" and "chords".

The Beatles? THE BEATLES!?! Just fucking GIVE UP! Put your instruments down, go home, stick Definitely Maybe on the stereo and smash your head in with a heavy blunt object. You and your shitty unimaginative music have NOTHING to contribute to humanity.

random fact

2009-12-02T15:19:00.003Z

Someone found my blog recently by typing, "I am in love with Robert Knight" into google. Whoever you are you have excellent taste.

george exits stage left...

2009-11-16T20:07:00.010Z

Oh dear. Poor Georgie boy has got the boot from the Scotland job, an inevitable end to an inevitable saga played out with all the excitement of a game of charades in a home for the blind. Everybody knew we were going to sack him. We all knew he had to be sacked. What has been amazing about the whole affair has been the fact the SFA decided to have a wee pretendy, "We canna see why we'd do that", moment after our abysmal qualifying campaign.

The cold hard facts are that Burley's Scotland record was even worse than Berti Vogts, and that was a Scotland team of monumental incompetence. Today Gordon Smith and colleagues finally took off their dark glasses and threw down their white sticks proudly shouting, "Haha! Fooled yous all! We were only makin' on we canna see". Very clever boys, you really had us there. Just you keep drinking your complimentary whisky now.

The problem with our national team isn't our Manager. Or rather, it's a small issue in the context of a much bigger problem, like a blocked up toilet in a house flooded with sewer water. Even if our flusher/manager was working as planned everything would still be covered in shite. So while the SFA's finest are patting themselves on their comfortably blazer-covered backs tonight they should maybe have a wee thought about what REALLY needs to be done to sort our national game. Get young kids playing 5-a-sides and focusing on developing skills. Get rid of the three (I think) national bodies we have. Stop commissioning reports and "think tanks" on how to sort our game and then ignore every recommendation. Start punishing teams who undermine the Scottish set-up with talk of leaving it.

What has concerned me most about this qualifying campaign has not been the Manager's tactics, the ongoing crippling indecision of the SFA or even our players ability, but the attitude I have seen from some of the players both on and off the pitch. It has been sickening. Right now we have men and women on foreign shores giving everything, some of them their very lives for this country, but closer to home we have a group of so-called 'Scottish' players unwilling even to pull on a dark blue jersey.

Make no mistake, the events of the last 18 months have been hugely damaging to our national team, not just in the qualifying campaign but in our ability to find a managerial replacement. While the exact events of every transgression that has occurred can be left for debate, what is not in doubt is that we have a limited (in every sense of the word) group of players who are most definitely not giving their all. For every man that cares we have a Barry Ferguson, for every man that will play we have a greetin' faced baby like Kris Boyd.

Now the usual names being rolled out like Souness, Ferguson, Smith and Levein, but if they have any sense they'll distance themselves from the position as usual.

What we need now is a Manager that will command the players respect, with a history of being tough who can keep them in line. A larger than life character with charisma and charm who is just as comfortable talking to the press as the team. A champion of the people who can get the players playing for the people. By those criteria there's only one man that can take the Scotland job... 7 times world champion wrestler, The Rock. It's as good as any name I've heard so far.

How I imagine The Rock would look as Scotland Manager moments before he crushed Kris Boyd's greasy face. "Don't mess with The Rock, Gebroni!"

love me well lyrics

2009-11-14T22:23:00.003Z

I suffer from a kind of sickness
Here's my heart - just broken pieces
Leave them be and it could kill me now
Make it quick so there's no witness

If you want me
And you need me
Love me well

Here's to life the fairytale's theft
No happy ever - keep that in mind
It's no magic but your hands can heal
Steal the moment it's all that's left

If you want me
And you need me
Love me well

It's seems I've been sleeping for so many years
I just want to wake up to you
And feel like some people can still be saved

Love Me Well will be the third track from the new Point of Origin EP coming in December of 2009. You can keep up to date with this upcoming release on twitter @poouk

poppy, 18, from Somerset lyrics (again)

2009-11-14T22:14:00.005Z

Listen to Poppy, 18 from Somerset @ purevolume now

Poppy, 18, from Somerset
You’re an Angel in the paper I just can’t forget
From the first time that I saw page 3
And found you looking back at me
I admit, my heart, skipped a beat
I don’t know if I can ever feel the same
I just want to take you on a date
Cos you make me want to master-mind
A way for us to be together, forever

Just tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
I’ll do it gladly for you
I don’t want anything to stand in my way
I want you so badly (I really do)
Although it may be wrong you’re the girl I can’t forget
You're Poppy, 18, from Somerset

Oh Poppy, 18, from Somerset,
Please don’t think I’m crazy cos I’m not there yet
I just want to make you see
That you could be the girl for me
We’ll dance the night away
So breathless but I’m happy all the same
Can you catch these words straight from my lips?
As you catch me staring at your eyes
That I just want to look right into forever

Just tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
I’ll do it gladly for you
I don’t want anything to stand in my way
I want you so badly (I deeply do)
Although it may be wrong you’re the girl I can’t forget
Poppy, 18, from Somerset

And though we’ve never met at all
Your picture looks so happy on my wall
It’s a silly fantasy
I just hope you take these words as flattery...
And then give me a call

Poppy, 18 from Somerset is the second track from the new Point of Origin EP out in December 2009. You can keep up to date with this upcoming release on twitter @poouk or find Poppy's official site in the links section of this website!