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My World Cup, and the terrifying thought of Glen Johnson getting a knighthood

It’s a fact of life that anyone who likes football has A World Cup, a specific tournament to cling on to and claim as their own.  It’s usually the first World Cup you can remember, and every World Cup ever after will always lack the je ne sais quoi that made your World Cup so special. Read the rest of this entry »

Twenty-four bags of crisps, direct and effective cheese, and clichéd hyperbolic rhetoric

Anyone who’s been reading this blog or has seen me recently will have undoubtedly noticed that the diet/fitness regime has pretty much died a death.  I kind of gave up.  Again.  I’m guessing you’re not surprised.

I’m not looking to blame anyone or thing, but I did allow myself to be tempted into buying some Walkers Flavour Cup World Cup flavour crisps.  And by some I mean twenty-four bags.  I am, as you can probably imagine, very partial to a bag of crisps. Read the rest of this entry »

JOHN TERRY EXCLUSIVE!

"Sorry mate." "S'alright mate." etc

"Sorry mate." "S'alright mate." etc

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A funny list, and why would anyone want to see that?


I think I may have mentioned this before, but there’s a natty little feature on this blog that allows me to see how people stumble across my occasional ramblings.

The part that has started to amuse me (sad, I know) is the Search Engine Terms section. This keeps a log of the words people have typed into their search engine which led them to my site. (There are, for example, a fair few people who — for reasons best known to themselves — type “spacemonkeygaz” into Google, as opposed to the far more laborious task of typing it in the address bar and adding “.com”)

But that’s not the bit that amuses me. Read the rest of this entry »

Four people on a moped is perfectly safe, and don’t even joke about hitting a cow


Believe me, honestly, the last thing I want to do is crap on about my holiday to Goa, especially as it’s all cold and icy and snowy outside, and I’m still all tanned and sexy* but allow me the chance to talk about driving abroad. 

*not actually true, nor never has been Read the rest of this entry »