'Time doesn't wait for no man' I've heard clever songsters say.  Last week, I took a dance with the devil- so to speak- and it left me with a busted up leg. M'eye- the one mum knocked up with a shuffle board puck back in January I think it was- is aggravated again. Bit blurrier than usual. M'right hand's all fucked. Good thing I've got some south- ( Read more... )

 The Kirkland Curse the one that doesn't turn ya into a sprog is over.

So naff off, Vince.

 PLEASE LET NEW ZEALAND NOT BE A BROOD OF WALLEYS TOMORROW AND MAY SLOVAKIA NOT SCORE AGAINST HE OUR MAGNIFICENT KEEPER. SO SHALL IT BE THAT OUR FIRST RETURN TO THE CUP IN TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS NOT END IN TRAGEDY.

AMEN.

PLEASE ALSO CONSIDER PLACING MUM NOWHERE NEAR A TELLIE FOR THE NEXT THREE DAYS.

Innit just my fuckin' luck?

So Joe rings me yesterday, all 'y'going to the bash tonight, matey? Matt's gunna shout for the lot of us' and who am I to pass up free grog? I'm sitting down for some food, chinwagging with a nice bloke when this lair walks in, has a squiz at us, then starts ear bashing the first poor bugger he sets eyes on. I'm not one ( Read more... )

Holy- I don't even- It- he-
Crikey dick, where the hell does a bloke begin with this rubbish?

I mean, we all know Liberty's damn strange in that anyone and everyone from your past will run into ya, knock on your door, knock on your friend's door or otherwise take a tiki tour and come outta nowhere right on top of ya. But honestly- HONESTLY- if it isn ( Read more... )

Not normally one to blog more than a few times a month or so, what with the projects piling up, but the Spirit Awards- that is, the ceremony for the Indie bit of films, mates- was recently and what a pleasant evening that was. I couldn't personally attend, but that sweet little flick '(500) Days of Summer' ran for quite a few awards. Got the Best ( Read more... )

Bloody- if there's one thing I try to avoid, it's reading the fuckin' paper, mates, because I tell you what- if there's anything that'll get me brassed off more than I can stand it, it's the paper. Mum, bless her soul, decided to send me the latest Herald from back home and, because I'm a good lad, I gave the damned thing a chance. Had to bust a ( Read more... )