Big day here tomorrow.
Scotland are in town.
For my fellow enthusiasts I’m reprinting the report from today’s daily read. It will / should give you …
a) An insight in our approach to the game, and
b) Perhaps a different perspective from whatever sports reporters are scribbling in your neck of the woods or
C) For those with no rugby reporting in their local press whatsoever a reminder that there’s a game on!
Preface- LW is BAD, NAUGHTY and generally WICKED, may his tomatoes rot!
That said, and seeing my arboriferous botanical excesses have put me in the hot seat after studiously avoiding such for 5 years, I shall torture you with the following-
Fruits- not I hasten to add on two legs, more the botanical type on a twig , stem, branch etc. Any sort of fruit, veg, wild flowers, trees. The difficulty here is are you sure what is a fruit and what is not? Hint, a carrot is NOT a fruit, excruciating, exigent exculpation will only be offered to those who are botanically correct according to Linnaeus. I’m sure the winner will be able to accord the correct botanical form to such besides the species! Closing date 20th July.
That should cut the field down a bit!!! Am I allowed to win?
PS I am not sure but should I have this on the competition page? As I am a lot better with fruit than I am computers perhaps some kind soul will help out if I should?
“Evening All” Copyright Jack Warner 1960.
Solstice is here and so is the judging, All worthy ent-ries, real talent shown in choosing and framing the subjects.
Celestial bodies
Comets come and comets go
This is something we all know
Whether they start from the Kuiper Belt
Or the Oort Cloud that is right out there
They all look so spectacular
Their tails so fine as if made of hair.
The trouble is they are lumps of ice
That indeed is not so nice
When they near the Sun they give off dust
The heat of the Sun makes this a must.
Eventually they boil away
Or crash into a planet that’s in the way.
They look so fine when in the sky
But sooner or later they disappear
But until the time they boil away
They reappear at the appointed year.
The one to spot this was Edmund Halley
Who was, with Newton, so very pally
Angels and seraphs? What the fuck,
I’d rather see a flying duck
or skein of geese in squadron flight
I’m not a one for black of night.
I’d like to see the night in colour,
less twinkling Mozart, more Fats Waller,
and glowing ships with seven sails,
fluorescent fish with flashing tails.
It was a Saperstein grey day the aliens came to town
Needing perfect hued specimens for their outer space museum
They decided to land at William Henry Perkinville
Their saucer a porcelain magenta as they prepared to carpe-diem
Thoughts of tofu on the pet hates blog reminds me of the most dreadfully funny story from my youth.
Tofu always makes me think of the below tale, hence my total aversion to treating it as a legitimate foodstuff.
In 1986 or thereby, four of us flew to Malaga for a week’s golf at Sotogrande. We flew from Newcastle and enjoyed the trip down listening to the designated driver’s audio tapes of the Masters tournament of bygone years. I remember one fondly. Fred Couples was leading in the final round by a couple of shots when he hit his ball into the stream at Amen Corner. The commentator asked ‘I wonder what’s going through his mind right now’. There followed a very audible and heartfelt ‘Oh F—!’ from the boy Fred. Continue reading “It’s A Worry No 1 – The Open”
Bafana Bafana is the nickname on the S.A. football team, you may of course substitute Bafana Bafana with Scotland, Wales, Canada, New Zealand, Denmark or any other nationality of your choice!
Boadicea's Chariot 
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