Watching the people get lairy
Is not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a fat man
Would never have happened to Smeaton
And old Leodiensian
La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la

I predict a sandwich, I predict a sandwich
I predict a sandwich, I predict a sandwich

Ok, the title notwithstanding, I’d like to bitch for a moment.

Without going in to too much detail, there’s nothing worse than pigfuckers getting all up in your grill for 10 days over some stupid ass papers… and then being told “oh, we weren’t going to do anything with them. it was just to have them in your file.”

Time to call my uncle.

“Siss-boom-bah –
What is the sound of an exploding sheep?”

Long live Johnny

In light of this recent post, I’ve created the new Quotable category.

Yet another offering of things said:

“Oh, you’d be amazed what goes on in my office.”

(As in, this person’s private office. Real quote.)

Now you have a place to put all of those wonderful things people say.

Let’s play a little free association game, using spam subjects:

No where is it cheaper — US dollar, in Europe

copies of the ill-fated - Farenheit 9/11 on video

depressant - wedding ring

bad wife - redundant

pigging - out

Gain Muscle Mass - pie

Married whores - salaried employment

Lowers blood pressure and cholesterol - divorce

the big unit - “self-portrait”

Become significant - commit a crime

For all you lazy twats who couldn’t be arsed to shovel your walkways:

Watch your backs.

I’m saving the snow.

Come summer, I’ll be dishing out frosty suppositories with a vengeance.

Last Saturday, the Cocks rose from their holiday slumber to do battle with a club called the Alentours (which is part of the name Aux Alentours du Pantheon, or something like that). It was a hard-fought match for the Cocks, as the Alentours are solid players and are 10-15 years younger than we are across the board. The Cocks penetrated the Alentours’ defense for a three-tries-to-one half time lead but went flaccid in the second half and allowed the Alentours to tie the match at 3-3. Near the end of the match, the Cocks stiffened and punched one in to win the match, 4-3.

Next weekend, I will be in Rotterdam for a New Year’s dinner with my old club, so there will be no Cocks for me next week.