There is nothing better in life than being woken in the middle of the night/morning to some fella shouting about “how easy it is” “In my country” “Queer” “Call the guards”...
Grizzled old veteran teaches impudent new pup how to be a rescue swimmer.And that is about it. But if that was all I said it’d make for a pretty short review,...
I hate / Je de’teste / Ich hasse / is fuath liom Tuesdays. Some people may not like Mondays[1] but for me Tuesdays are so much worse. At least on a...
ISBN: 0099465760 Bab Childe, renowned beauty, is in Brussels along with many a fashionable person. Britain had been isolated by Napoleon’s earlier campaigns so many took the chance to travel and...
I’d’ve started this post with a Dude-like exclamation, only I did that last time, and I can’t be repeating myself. Not for a short while anyway. I guess Ronan O’Gara was...
Dude! Teh internet pwns everything. You click somewhere and suddenly you find footage of Simon Geoghegan[1] scoring a try against England. Oh, and then you find another one. 1994! Nineteen Ninety...
The Last Samurai was on the telly a couple of nights ago. I had seen it in the kino when it was released[1] and although thought aspects of it were good,...
We’re all fans of Ronan O’Gara here[1] but I am left with slightly bemused by his interview in The Guardian. [found via Blogorrah] Not so much for what he said, we...
ISBN: 0552550280 Book 3 in The Bartimaeus Trilogy The assassins dropped into the palace grounds at midnight, four fleet shadows dark against the wall. The fall was high, the ground was...
Set in 1983, in a Yorkshire grammer school, this film tells the story of a group of teenage boys trying to get into Oxford and Cambridge. Their headmaster who wants them...
Sunday 29 May 2005, Schipol Airport, Amsterdam
I hated rugby once, you know. In first year at secondary school, we hauled our bags up to the top of St. Patrick’s Hill every Monday afternoon, to run around in the freezing muck.
I had hoped to enjoy this, but in the end it was a little meh. Maybe because I hadn’t seen any of the rugby from the Tour, Sky Sports keeping it all for their viewers. Or maybe because New Zealand were so dominant. Or maybe because I’m not a Woodward fan. Or maybe because the style of writing was only meh-worthy.
So who was it that taught pigeons to play chicken then? They can’t have come up with that nonsensical approach to life themselves can they? I mean, I know they’ve always...
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