Go on my son! Although I’m a little worried about Argentina[1] maybe one of the Leinster boys can take out Contempomi in a “training accident” a little closer to the World Cup?[2] Anyways, moving away from sport at the moment, I’ve discovered that I have too many books I want …
Dearly Beloved[1] we are gathered here to today to tell Christmas to fuck off. It may sound harsh, Christmas after all, is the season of goodwill, harmony and other lovely-jubbly feelings, but, and this fact may surprise some of you, it is only October. Yes. October. Not even November yet, …
