Tracy Island got the "Pimp my ride" treatment...

Gorillaz are back. And we've got copies of their album to give away...

Rejoice, it's competition time folks. We've got five copies of the record the world has been waiting five years for. Nope, not Don't Stop Believin' by those disturbingly cheery Glee folk, but Plastic Beach by Gorillaz. Cue the blurb:

"How you doin?"

Mick McCarthy - dour and miserable? How wrong we were...

We'd like to apologise to one Michael Joseph McCarthy. See, we've always figured the former bruising centre-back turned straight-talking manager was a bit of a boring, dour bastard. Obviously, as this clip above shows - taken from Wolves' game against Man Utd at the weekend - he's nothing of the sort. All it needs is a cheeky camera zoom and out comes the proper Mick Mac - suave, sophisticated and, er, sexy. He's got more camera-presence than Clooney, and if this doesn't embody Joey Tribiani's catchphrase we don't know what does.

At least until he opens his gob, obviously...

44 years of hurt. And counting...

William Blake wrote, "I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand: 
till we have built Jerusalem, in England's green & pleasant land”. Rupert Brooke went for, “If I should die, think only this of me, that there's some corner of a foreign field, that is for ever England.” And Fat Les? “Me and me mum and me dad and me gran, we're off to Waterloo. Me and me mum and me dad and me gran, with a bucket of vindaloo.” Quite...

"Let's resolve this argument on Twitter". Is probably what he should've said...

*via Twitter...

You may not be fans of Twitter, but despite the backlash, we find it a bit of a chuckle. Particularly when celebs go a bit OTT, presumably when they're a bit pissed. A bit like a text message, you can't undo them you see, which can make for entertaining viewing. Then there's Stan Collymore, who, like in real life, is rarely short of an opinion.

So when he began a rant about Alan Hansen's BBC wage, it must have struck a chord, because he just wouldn't ruddy stop. Remember the point of Twitter - 140 characters, and that's it. Someone forgot to tell Stan, though, and we sensed there might have been a bit of needle behind the rant. So we told him. And, well guess what...

Dave's Book Club was a bit of a struggle...

Everybody hates a gloater...

So we won't say a thing.

We did tell you though...

International friendlies = betting madness. Not that it's stopped us...

International friendlies are shite. There, we said it. Managers pick silly teams full of silly players, meaning that unless you do thorough research it's a bit of a shot in the dark. And we just don't do research. Conversely, we love shooting in the dark, so we're getting tucked in anyway...

Anyone else reckon David James is a Boosh fan?

Shit. Have we just done a lookalike? New low...

It won't happen again, promise.

Pepsi get the bandwagon rolling...

And we're off. The plethora of Africa-themed World Cup adverts that are set to dominate our screens for the next five months has it's first effort, and it's just as we suspected. Pepsi have gone for every cliché in the book - the Ladysmith Black Mambazo-style music, the dusty and sunny setting, the textbook meet-and-greet-and-have-a-bit-of-banter-with-the-locals script.

And yet, you know what? It still raises a smile here at ToePoke. Though probably only because we just can't ruddy wait for the World Cup. Or we're just getting soft...