1. I will play the game of rugby for rugby's sake.
2. I will not remember the score at the end of the match.
3. If I "made it" during my playing days, I will not use that to embarrass others.
4. If I didn't "make it" during my plays, I will not use the Golden Oldies to do so.
5. I will at all times during the match respect the older and more decrepit members of the other team.
6. I will follow the Golden Oldies philosophy of fun, irreverence, and self-indulgence.
7. I will be an ambassador of Golden Oldies and always spread the good word.
8. I will never lose sight of the rule to make friends and renew acquaintances in exotic places.
9. I will always remember that I'm at far greater risk in what I may do to myself or have done to me socially than anything that might happen to me
on the pitch.
10. There are only nine Golden Oldies commandments because memory fails with age.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Rugby Rituals
Seeing as how the All Blacks heighten their motivation by performing "The Haka" before their world cup games, the other nations were asked to suggest appropriate pre-match rituals of their own.
The Scottish (Len's team will chant "You lookin' at me Jimmy?" before smashing an Irn Bru bottle over their opponent's heads.
The Irish team will spilt into two, with the Southern half performing a Riverdance, while the Northerners march the Traditional Route from their dressing room to the pitch, via the Southern Half's dressing room.
The Argentineans will unexpectedly invade a small part of opposition territory, claim it as their own "Las In-Goals-Areas" and then be forcibly removed by the Stewards.
Two members of the South African team will claim to be more important than the other thirteen whom they will coral between the posts whilst they claim the rest of the pitch for themselves.
The Americans will not be there until half time. In future years they will alter the records to show that the game only began at half time and that they were in fact the most important team in the tournament. Hollywood will make a film called "Saving No8 Lyle".
Five of the Canadian team will sing La Marsaillaise and hold the rest of the side to ransom.
The Italian team will arrive in red sports cars, sexually harass the female stewards and then run away.
The Spanish will sneak into the other half of the pitch, mow it and then claim that it was all in line with the European "grass quotas". They will then curl up under the posts and have a kip until half time.
The Japanese will attempt to strengthen their team by offering good salaries to the key opposition players (over 35) and then run around the pitch at high speed in a highly efficient manner before buying the ground (with a subsidy from the UK Government).
The French will declare they have new scientific evidence that the opposition are in fact all infected with BSE. They will then park lorries across the halfway line, let sheep lose in the opposition half and burn the officials.
Unfortunately the Welsh suggestion has been vetoed by the RSPCA.
The Australians will have a barbie before negotiating lucrative singing and TV contracts in the UK. They will then invite their mates to come and live with them in Shepherds Bush before beating up all the women on the touchline.
The English team will chat about the weather, wave hankies in the air and attach bells to their ankles for a while before moaning about how they invented the game, and gave it to the world, and how it's not fair that everyone can beat them at it now.
The Scottish (Len's team will chant "You lookin' at me Jimmy?" before smashing an Irn Bru bottle over their opponent's heads.
The Irish team will spilt into two, with the Southern half performing a Riverdance, while the Northerners march the Traditional Route from their dressing room to the pitch, via the Southern Half's dressing room.
The Argentineans will unexpectedly invade a small part of opposition territory, claim it as their own "Las In-Goals-Areas" and then be forcibly removed by the Stewards.
Two members of the South African team will claim to be more important than the other thirteen whom they will coral between the posts whilst they claim the rest of the pitch for themselves.
The Americans will not be there until half time. In future years they will alter the records to show that the game only began at half time and that they were in fact the most important team in the tournament. Hollywood will make a film called "Saving No8 Lyle".
Five of the Canadian team will sing La Marsaillaise and hold the rest of the side to ransom.
The Italian team will arrive in red sports cars, sexually harass the female stewards and then run away.
The Spanish will sneak into the other half of the pitch, mow it and then claim that it was all in line with the European "grass quotas". They will then curl up under the posts and have a kip until half time.
The Japanese will attempt to strengthen their team by offering good salaries to the key opposition players (over 35) and then run around the pitch at high speed in a highly efficient manner before buying the ground (with a subsidy from the UK Government).
The French will declare they have new scientific evidence that the opposition are in fact all infected with BSE. They will then park lorries across the halfway line, let sheep lose in the opposition half and burn the officials.
Unfortunately the Welsh suggestion has been vetoed by the RSPCA.
The Australians will have a barbie before negotiating lucrative singing and TV contracts in the UK. They will then invite their mates to come and live with them in Shepherds Bush before beating up all the women on the touchline.
The English team will chat about the weather, wave hankies in the air and attach bells to their ankles for a while before moaning about how they invented the game, and gave it to the world, and how it's not fair that everyone can beat them at it now.
Rugby Positions
Well I thought I would give out a definative guide to rugby so I'm starting with postions ....... here goes
The Pack: Eight handsome burly guys whom you'd want to marry your daughter. They are intelligent, elegant, sensitive and sweet. Truly the ideal men.
The Backs: Seven guys who will take advantage of your womenfolk, and all tubular household objects. Often dine on quiche, brie and wine. Regularly take blow dryers on road trips and wear bikini underpants.
Prop: Short but stout, these strapping men support the hooker, but no money ever changes hands and the act is never specifically named.
Hooker: Often identified by a balding spot atop the head, these vertically-challenged but talented men stand between the two props and secure the ball for their team during scrummages.
Second Row: These tall powerful men are the driving engines not only of the scrum, but of the entire game. They can be found working their magic from deep in the scrum, behind the front row, or lofting high above the line outs pulling balls from the air.
The Back Row: Usually the most handsome and intelligent, these three men of stamina and strength are often considered the Renaissance men of the rugby field. They not only control ball, but the entire pitch. Remember, the back row defines the whole team's style of play. "They are the game."
Scrum Half: The point guard of the rugby team, the scrumhalf distributes the ball, runs hits and kicks. The scrumhalf is only half as handsome and burly as the pack members.
Fly Half: The first of those back guys, and the first of the offensive chain. Often confused with an insect, may be referred to as the man with "the foot."
Centers: Another pair of those back guys. Either power runner or annoying scampering guy usually found in the opposite order, but whose only purpose is to get the ball to the wing.
Wings: Ideally the fastest men on the team. Their job is to "score with the ball," but they often confuse it with "get tackled with the ball." Aslo an excellent snack when smothered in hot sauce and deep fried.
Fullback: The last line of defense. A back even the pack can appreciate, often viewed as a back row in the larval stage.
The Pack: Eight handsome burly guys whom you'd want to marry your daughter. They are intelligent, elegant, sensitive and sweet. Truly the ideal men.
The Backs: Seven guys who will take advantage of your womenfolk, and all tubular household objects. Often dine on quiche, brie and wine. Regularly take blow dryers on road trips and wear bikini underpants.
Prop: Short but stout, these strapping men support the hooker, but no money ever changes hands and the act is never specifically named.
Hooker: Often identified by a balding spot atop the head, these vertically-challenged but talented men stand between the two props and secure the ball for their team during scrummages.
Second Row: These tall powerful men are the driving engines not only of the scrum, but of the entire game. They can be found working their magic from deep in the scrum, behind the front row, or lofting high above the line outs pulling balls from the air.
The Back Row: Usually the most handsome and intelligent, these three men of stamina and strength are often considered the Renaissance men of the rugby field. They not only control ball, but the entire pitch. Remember, the back row defines the whole team's style of play. "They are the game."
Scrum Half: The point guard of the rugby team, the scrumhalf distributes the ball, runs hits and kicks. The scrumhalf is only half as handsome and burly as the pack members.
Fly Half: The first of those back guys, and the first of the offensive chain. Often confused with an insect, may be referred to as the man with "the foot."
Centers: Another pair of those back guys. Either power runner or annoying scampering guy usually found in the opposite order, but whose only purpose is to get the ball to the wing.
Wings: Ideally the fastest men on the team. Their job is to "score with the ball," but they often confuse it with "get tackled with the ball." Aslo an excellent snack when smothered in hot sauce and deep fried.
Fullback: The last line of defense. A back even the pack can appreciate, often viewed as a back row in the larval stage.
Monday, November 14, 2005
| Your Brain's Pattern |
 Structured and organized, you have a knack for thinking clearly. You are very logical - and you don't let your thoughts get polluted with emotions. And while your thoughts are pretty serious, they're anything from boring. It's minds like yours that have built the great cities of the world! |
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
A Bit of a Mess
Let's see how you all get on with this one??
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod
are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in
the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it
wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh?
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod
are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in
the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it
wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey
lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh?
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Just for fun
Important Lesson Learned
I was happy, my girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream!
There was only one thing bothering me, quite a bit too, and that was my mother-in-law to be. She was a career woman, smart, but most of all beautiful and sexy, who sometimes flirted with me, quite obviously too, and made me feel uncomfortable.
One day, she called me and asked me to come over, to check the invitations. So I went. She was alone, and when I arrived, she whispered to me, that soon I was to be married and she had feelings and desires for me that she can't overcome. So before I get married and commit my life to her daughter, she wants to make love to me just once.. What could I say? I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. So, she said, I'll go to the bedroom and if you are up for it, just come and get me. I just watched her delicious behind as she went up the stairs.
I stood there for a moment, and then turned around and went to the front door... I opened it, and stepped out of the house. Her husband was standing outside, and with tears in his eyes, hugged me and said, we are very happy and pleased, you have passed our little test. We couldn't have asked for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.
Important Lesson Learned: Always keep your condoms in your car.
I was happy, my girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream!
There was only one thing bothering me, quite a bit too, and that was my mother-in-law to be. She was a career woman, smart, but most of all beautiful and sexy, who sometimes flirted with me, quite obviously too, and made me feel uncomfortable.
One day, she called me and asked me to come over, to check the invitations. So I went. She was alone, and when I arrived, she whispered to me, that soon I was to be married and she had feelings and desires for me that she can't overcome. So before I get married and commit my life to her daughter, she wants to make love to me just once.. What could I say? I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. So, she said, I'll go to the bedroom and if you are up for it, just come and get me. I just watched her delicious behind as she went up the stairs.
I stood there for a moment, and then turned around and went to the front door... I opened it, and stepped out of the house. Her husband was standing outside, and with tears in his eyes, hugged me and said, we are very happy and pleased, you have passed our little test. We couldn't have asked for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.
Important Lesson Learned: Always keep your condoms in your car.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Getting Old
According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who Were kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have survived, because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.
When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and had fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same.
We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy drink with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no-one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded. We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile
phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends - we went outside and found them.
We played cricket and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt! We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits. We had full on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.
We played knock-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us. We walked to friends' homes. We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of...They actually sided with the law.
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them. Congratulations! Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good. For those of you who aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us.
This my friends, is surprisingly frightening......and it might put a smile on your face: The majority of students in universities today were born in 1986........They are called youth. They have never heard of We are the World, We are the children, and the Uptown Girl they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena Cherry or Belinda Carlisle. For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam. AIDS has existed since they were born. CD's have existed since they were born. Michael Jackson has always been white. To them John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance. They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are Films from last year. They can never imagine life before computers. They'll never have pretended to be the A Team, RedHand Gang or the Famous Five. They'll never have applied to be on Jim'll Fix It or Why Don't You. They can't believe a black and white television ever existed. And they will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile phone.
Now let's check if we're getting old...
1. You understand what was written above and you smile.
2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night
out.
3. Your friends are getting married/already married.
4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably
with computers.
5. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.
6. You remember watching Dirty Den in EastEnders the first time around.
7. You meet your friends from time to time, talking about the good old
days, repeating again all the funny times you have experienced together.
8. Having read this , you are thinking of mailing it to some other friends
because you think they will like it too...
Yes, you're getting old!!!
With thanks too
The Ego and Southampton RFC
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.
When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and had fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same.
We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy drink with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no-one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded. We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile
phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends - we went outside and found them.
We played cricket and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt! We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits. We had full on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.
We played knock-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us. We walked to friends' homes. We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of...They actually sided with the law.
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them. Congratulations! Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good. For those of you who aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us.
This my friends, is surprisingly frightening......and it might put a smile on your face: The majority of students in universities today were born in 1986........They are called youth. They have never heard of We are the World, We are the children, and the Uptown Girl they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena Cherry or Belinda Carlisle. For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam. AIDS has existed since they were born. CD's have existed since they were born. Michael Jackson has always been white. To them John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance. They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are Films from last year. They can never imagine life before computers. They'll never have pretended to be the A Team, RedHand Gang or the Famous Five. They'll never have applied to be on Jim'll Fix It or Why Don't You. They can't believe a black and white television ever existed. And they will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile phone.
Now let's check if we're getting old...
1. You understand what was written above and you smile.
2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night
out.
3. Your friends are getting married/already married.
4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably
with computers.
5. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.
6. You remember watching Dirty Den in EastEnders the first time around.
7. You meet your friends from time to time, talking about the good old
days, repeating again all the funny times you have experienced together.
8. Having read this , you are thinking of mailing it to some other friends
because you think they will like it too...
Yes, you're getting old!!!
With thanks too
The Ego and Southampton RFC
Thursday, September 22, 2005
The Legend Begins
"On a crisp fall day in 1823 William Webb Ellis picked up a football in his hands and ran with it. To this day, backs throughout the world hail this moment as the birth of rugby. Forwards, however, know that the game was not really invented until 1.5 seconds later, when Roland Dimrumple drove a squealing Mr. Ellis' face into the turf, kicked him in the solar plexus and told him to "keep his sodding hands off the ball"."
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Man in the middle
After 3 years of reffing junior matches I have finally decided it's time to give the senior teams some abuse :)
So this weekend I take charge of my first senior match for Hampshire Society And to be honest it's daunting. I have got used to dealing with the Junior teams (Under13's to Under 16's)the kids tend to listen without arguement for the most part. But seniors ..... some of them have played Rugby for many many years, tend to try and Referee the game for you and it's this side of it that's going to be the trying part. \i sm not used to having every decision I make questioned ( on the pitch that is)so we will wait and see how it goes. Stay tuned for match reports from the reffing and the Under 15's I'm coaching this year
So this weekend I take charge of my first senior match for Hampshire Society And to be honest it's daunting. I have got used to dealing with the Junior teams (Under13's to Under 16's)the kids tend to listen without arguement for the most part. But seniors ..... some of them have played Rugby for many many years, tend to try and Referee the game for you and it's this side of it that's going to be the trying part. \i sm not used to having every decision I make questioned ( on the pitch that is)so we will wait and see how it goes. Stay tuned for match reports from the reffing and the Under 15's I'm coaching this year
Monday, September 12, 2005
"Cricket"
Now that the Aussies have decided it's all right, after all, to call everyone "mate," I'd just like to clarify the status of another charming native expression.
There was, at one time, a fashion for referring to we British visitors as "Shitface Pommy Bastards."
Is that now, in, or out?
Perhaps some Shitface Digger Bastard would care to enlighten us.
P.S. Sorry about the cricket. Not.
There was, at one time, a fashion for referring to we British visitors as "Shitface Pommy Bastards."
Is that now, in, or out?
Perhaps some Shitface Digger Bastard would care to enlighten us.
P.S. Sorry about the cricket. Not.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Rugby Season
Well it's back to Rugby ...Glorious September .... With this in mind ..... here is a quick ditty to commemorate the occasion
You've got to be mad to play Rugby
And throw yourself into a scrum
You get scrapped bashed and bitten
And spend half the match
with your nose up some other guys bum
But you go through the pain
and you'll do it again
'Cos the best bit of rugby by far
Is singing rude songs in the shower
And downing the pints in the bar
You've got to be mad to play Rugby
And throw yourself into a scrum
You get scrapped bashed and bitten
And spend half the match
with your nose up some other guys bum
But you go through the pain
and you'll do it again
'Cos the best bit of rugby by far
Is singing rude songs in the shower
And downing the pints in the bar
Monday, August 29, 2005
New Addition
Today is Bank Holiday Monday here in England and after going to see Stephanies entry into Southamptons wish you were here postcard competition (she came third by the way) on display we decided to take a trip shopping to try and find some catches to repair Jamies draws in his wardrobe. Well after getting there suddenly Tracey found this !!!!
Well we bought it home and Tracey set it up in different places around the room finally settling for a place beside the TV cabinet. I'm still not sure about it .......what does anyone else think?
Well we bought it home and Tracey set it up in different places around the room finally settling for a place beside the TV cabinet. I'm still not sure about it .......what does anyone else think?
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Lasagna
We had my favourite dish for dinner tonight .... Well my favourite dish that my wife Tracey makes, namely Lasagna. The trouble with it is that our beloved dogs hate nights like these as there is never anything left for them so they have to stick to dog food.
My wife is renowned for this dish and if we have people over like Steve and Bev ... or Will and Lisa they always ask her to do it. I am lucky that I have a wife who can cook and cooks very well. I speak to so many younger married lads now days that seem to eat nothing but pure takeaway fare the wife to busy still being a single girl or that just never took the time to learn from their mothers that it seems to be a dying art.
At the same time she was cooking the Lasagna she also baked 2 cakes. 1 coffee cake for Steve and Bev and one choc cake which will stay here :).
So Len If you ever manage to get over and pay us a visit ..... make sure you request the Lasagna ....you won't regret it.
My wife is renowned for this dish and if we have people over like Steve and Bev ... or Will and Lisa they always ask her to do it. I am lucky that I have a wife who can cook and cooks very well. I speak to so many younger married lads now days that seem to eat nothing but pure takeaway fare the wife to busy still being a single girl or that just never took the time to learn from their mothers that it seems to be a dying art.
At the same time she was cooking the Lasagna she also baked 2 cakes. 1 coffee cake for Steve and Bev and one choc cake which will stay here :).
So Len If you ever manage to get over and pay us a visit ..... make sure you request the Lasagna ....you won't regret it.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Singing
I was back over at Len's Site reading. (definately spend to much time over there :) ) when it occured to me that I haven't mentioned what happened the other week. Well going back a few years I used to sing in a trio called Atlantis.
My singing days
Well we went out to see how they were doing the other Saturday as we had only seen them perform once in the past five years. That's how long ago I retired from singing. Anyway we were all sat listening to them and noticed that Steve was having trouble. His throat had been sore all week and it was begining to show a bit. So I grabbed a do scotch for him and took it up. Next thing I knew I was up there singing along with them ...the years just rolling back ...and I fell into the harmonies as though I'd never left the stage ..... At the end of the evening, the entertainment secretary came over to us and offered them more bookings for next year ....at twice the price ....If I was comming back to sing with them ...... So .... next year ....for 3 dates only .....I am going to be singing again :)
My singing days
Well we went out to see how they were doing the other Saturday as we had only seen them perform once in the past five years. That's how long ago I retired from singing. Anyway we were all sat listening to them and noticed that Steve was having trouble. His throat had been sore all week and it was begining to show a bit. So I grabbed a do scotch for him and took it up. Next thing I knew I was up there singing along with them ...the years just rolling back ...and I fell into the harmonies as though I'd never left the stage ..... At the end of the evening, the entertainment secretary came over to us and offered them more bookings for next year ....at twice the price ....If I was comming back to sing with them ...... So .... next year ....for 3 dates only .....I am going to be singing again :)
Just thinking
Here I am now ....doing some editing on my blog when really I should be getting my accounts together ready for Sept. Tracey (bless her little cotton socks) has been going at me for the past 2 days to get on and do them but ..... you know how it is ....there is always something else that needs! to be done. Today it was another visit to B&Q ....this time for some screws. Of course you see, the fence had to be put back up and nailing it just hadn't worked. Then there was the photos to be put on Tracey's Space not that she can't upload photos to her site ....just that she wanted all 3 in the same post, and at the moment hasn't been able to do that herself. Or is it just that it's faster for me to do it than to teach her how to do it herself. Then Tracey's friend Christine came round with her 2 children, which meant the girls were straight in the lounge for MTV or VH1 or whatever it is they watch. The boys were straight up to Jamies room for Playstation. The women took up their positions in the Kitchen and I stood at the back door waiting for the neighbour (who had gone down to B&Q after I did) to return with even more screws for the fence.
Also the friends daughter had just started a blog Little Hanna's Site otherwise known as Urban Angel. So Tracey asked me to link her up. Of course I did that before I got to my accounts as well.
Anyway ...... I went over to look at Len's Site who has managed to pull out from the web a few news items regarding children...... So now I'm sat here thinking about what I would do if someone hurt either of my children ..... how would I deal with it ..... How would I make them pay ...... and I've gone from being quite happy and contented to being angry ..... angry at abuse that people put children through especially those who seem closest to them sometimes.
Also the friends daughter had just started a blog Little Hanna's Site otherwise known as Urban Angel. So Tracey asked me to link her up. Of course I did that before I got to my accounts as well.
Anyway ...... I went over to look at Len's Site who has managed to pull out from the web a few news items regarding children...... So now I'm sat here thinking about what I would do if someone hurt either of my children ..... how would I deal with it ..... How would I make them pay ...... and I've gone from being quite happy and contented to being angry ..... angry at abuse that people put children through especially those who seem closest to them sometimes.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Martin Johnsons Rugby Camp
This is Jamie while he was training at
Martin Johnsons Rugby camp this week.
I of course had to go up with him (if only to meet one of the greatest and most inspirational England Captains ever. We drove up over the three days, well I went up Wednesday and Friday. Thursday turned into the floor laying day.
While watching Martin Johnson coach the youngsters on the Friday I was really impressed with his attitude to them and the way he worked with them. So to finish I'd like to congratulateMr Johnson and all those involved with his Rugby Camp.
Also a quick mention for Jamie , who also worked hard over those three days.
Martin Johnsons Rugby camp this week.
I of course had to go up with him (if only to meet one of the greatest and most inspirational England Captains ever. We drove up over the three days, well I went up Wednesday and Friday. Thursday turned into the floor laying day.
While watching Martin Johnson coach the youngsters on the Friday I was really impressed with his attitude to them and the way he worked with them. So to finish I'd like to congratulateMr Johnson and all those involved with his Rugby Camp.
Also a quick mention for Jamie , who also worked hard over those three days.
Stitch up !!!!!
A woman and a man are involved in a car accident; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt.
After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, " So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days".Flattered, the man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!"
The woman continues, "and look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune."
Then she hands the bottle to the man.The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman.
The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"
The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police.... "
MORAL OF THE STORY:Women are clever, evil bitches. Don't mess with them!
After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, " So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days".Flattered, the man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!"
The woman continues, "and look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune."
Then she hands the bottle to the man.The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman.
The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"
The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police.... "
MORAL OF THE STORY:Women are clever, evil bitches. Don't mess with them!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Wife bats for both sides :)
Gettting a bit worried about the wife :). This was taken when we went on holiday with friends recently ..... not only a kiss ....but copping a feel at the same time :)
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Wife's birthday
What the ferk can I do.
There I am all ready to buy the Pitch Black/Chronicles of Ridoch box set fro my wife's birthday (She is a HUGE Vin Diesel fan) when low and behold she decides to buy it for herself. Well with her birthday coming so soon after Christmas it was about the only thing that I could think of that she still wanted. So consequently come the morning of her birthday there is nothing for her but a card. Me in doghouse.
There I am all ready to buy the Pitch Black/Chronicles of Ridoch box set fro my wife's birthday (She is a HUGE Vin Diesel fan) when low and behold she decides to buy it for herself. Well with her birthday coming so soon after Christmas it was about the only thing that I could think of that she still wanted. So consequently come the morning of her birthday there is nothing for her but a card. Me in doghouse.
So instead of coming straight home after work I decide to go and get her a big bunch of flowers and hand these to her when I arrive home. Well these obviously weren't good enough for her and she all but ignored them. Even had to be reminded by our daughter to at least say thank you. It is only this morning after reading her blog Tracey's Space that I realised this is exactly what she expected me to do.
Well ok if I am so predictable ....... next time she won't even get the ferkin flowers
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)