We're at the top of the League and I'm going to be a father.

Brilliant.

Pontner got lucky and anyone with eyes could see that much. Match went by far too fast, we had to start the drinking early. That's all right, we've got enough wine to last a month of quarantine in the flat.

Maybe someone's fixing the Snitches.Oh, by the way? Sorry, Witch Weekly, but I'm no longer a bachelor. (I'm sure they'll find another place to ( Read more... )

In case you were wondering, yes, my thirty-first birthday was incredible. But, notably, not over.

Thanks to a discussion with the Bats, Andrews and I are having a party on his birthday, 11 June, I think the Bats concluded the best spot was at the Silent Sphinx. (Susie Cauldwell knows how to treat a man, and she runs the bar nice and well too ( Read more... )

A few things ( Read more... )

Andrews, Whitby, thanks for the gift, but next time try not to be so cheap and at least spring for two girls.

Kestrels in two weeks. Not too worried. We'd get a better fight out of Irish U-21 at this rate.

I'm getting dangerously close to doing something irreversibly stupid.

Looks like the Harpies are going to get a pounding this Saturday.

And not the sort you're used to, ladies, unless you ask nicely.

How many Wasps does it take to bake a pizza ( Read more... )

Season's over, I think our roster is nice and solid now, so I can kick back and relax while the coaches and I kick the the bastards into shape for next season. As usual this year I acted as arbiter of the Quigley family betting pool, since I can't take part myself, and Gilly took her last year before entering the League (wherever it is she chooses ( Read more... )

Hell of a month ( Read more... )