So Australia is out of the World Cup. What a fizzer of a game after last week's dramatics. But I'm proud of the lads and I'm sure we'll be cheering them on again four years from now. It's definitely been the most entertaining bandwagon I've jumped on for awhile!
When we were at the Grand Canyon last year, Gareth and I spent a lot of time sniggering at all the tourists videotaping the scenery. It’s a bloody ancient CANYON, people! It’s not going to move! I felt sorry for the poor friends and families who’d be forced to watch the rocks-and-bush action upon their Read More
Well! I think I’ve erased about five years from my life and destroyed the springs of the couch during the Australia v Croatia match tonight. I was shaking like a shitting dog throughout the whole thing. The tension, comrades; THE TENISON! Gareth adds: “And how many times did you scream, ‘Noooo, you fucking IDIOT!’.” About Read More
During French Open Final last Sunday I decided that clay is my favourite tennis court surface. Sexy Legs Rog and the boy Nadal were just covered in red dust by the end of the match. This is the closest thing you get to Live Male Mud-Wrestling. All they need to do is strip off, tattoo the Read More
Tonight the sun will set at 10 o'clock. Precious, precious sun. I want to sit in the back yard, tune out the sqwarking baby upstairs and the village skanks in their Vauxhall Corsas, then watch the sky until the last bit of light has drained. This will be my fourth Scottish summer. I've completely erased Read More
