Okay, I’m fecked off with Victoria Falls now. I’ve been here a month, and rather than being back in the comfort of my Scud and Nanny corner, shooting the shit, I’m here another two weeks.
Liverpool 8 – 0 Besiktas
First of all, dude, I don’t know you. I don’t remember your name since my mate introduced us three hours ago. I don’t need it.
I trained as a junior at Chegutu Pirates. Really.
I want to go home.
Jou ma se linke tet skiet rubber bullets.
Sorry I’ve been outta touch for the last few days – trying to get life and my work all sorted out in a new town is kinda hard when it’s 35 degrees every fecking day. But I’ll do my best to address the burning questions I’ve been getting from both friends and haters alike.
Now that I’m finally here, sipping a beer by the pool at Ilala Lodge, I can’t help but think back on my flight yesterday. It’s fun dissing that MA60 plane from afar, but when you’re sitting in that shit taking off, all the religion comes flooding back.
Right, let’s talk facts. Not to sound like a whining little fool, but that English ref did the All Blacks wrong. Two clear examples – that pass to Michalak was forward, and play shouldn’t have been allowed to continue. Secondly, when NZ was pressuring the French line at the end, French hands in the ruck were not penalised.
You know how sometimes you’re in a situation, and you really want to say something, but at risk of ridicule / physical violence / firing you say another thing? When that little inner voice tells you one thing and says another?
On a different note … Dynamos is on the brink of winning the premiership title after 10 years. This, as those who know me will understand, makes a very, VERY happy man.
This cartoon had me LOLing and ROTFLing all morning.