Haul away, you rolling kings!
In Which Your Humble Blogger stays up late, but not late enough.
Category: Anglophilia
Testing, testing, three, two, one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t been this exciting about a sporting event since… well, you can probably guess.
Sad
In Which all that is solid melts into air, damn it.
Who’s got game?
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t talk about England’s easy victory today, or their excellent performance in the Australia ODI series, but about a videogame.
No future
In Which Your Humble Blogger downplays for rhetorical effect how much he really likes some of the other punk bands, but that would totally take away from my point.
Ashes to ashes, junk to junkyard
In Which Your Humble Blogger connects two sporting events that have no real natural connection, particularly in that the team YHB was rooting for won one of them.
England, eh? There will al-fucking-ways be one, innit?
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts talking about foul-mouthed politicians, and then figures, you know? Fuck it.
We All Fall Down
In Which Your Humble Blogger again is reminded that differences in scale become, at some point, differences in kind.
TV Report: King Lear
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just a trifle disappointed, whilst weeping like a fountain.
That shit is getting high
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants to know where all the little buggers are.