link o' the day (well, yesterday really)

i meant to post this last night, but went boozing in glasgow instead.

apparently trouser sales in khartoum have shot up since this was discovered.

egg chasing

the sun seems to have its hat on today, which can only be a good thing. the weather in scotland is an unpredictable beast at best, so like the lottery, it's always good when the top prize comes up. it's also the second last weekend of what has been one of the best six nations in living memory, which is also a good thing.

my first visit to a rugby match came many years after my first football match, but i remember more vividly and with more affection. 1991. my dad gets two tickets for the world cup quarter final to see scotland versus western samoa. this was before the stadium was developed into what it is now. the stadium seemed to be bursting at the seams with fans. the seats were still wooden (bloody hard i seem to recall! a foam cushion was procured at half time!), and the old clock which is just beside the stadium, was still in the middle of one of the old stands. pathetically i don't remember much about the play that day, but retrospect i think i was probably awed about the whole new atmosphere i was experiencing. it was electric, and i've experienced nothing like it in the many times i've been back to murrayfield since.

since then, rugby has slowly taken over from football as "the greatest sport in the world- ever!!!". i've always enjoyed the fact that the best games are almost mystical encounters, and that there's nothing in the way of the hatred (certainly in my experience anyway) that comes hand in glove with football at times. if only they would sing more at games....

ruffling feathers

a bizarre tale of gay, necrophilic ducks, and the rewards they bring to scientists. brings whole new meaning to (pluck) a duck.

i bid you good night.

yaba daba dizzle

props to my homie Sid6.7 from tha hood of leeds for this link. Basically it translates any (or most, anyway) webpages into snoop doggy dog speak. fo shizzle. just change the address at the end of the url to see the world in the eyes of snoop yall.

tick tick tick

for some reason at the moment, i'm obsessed with age and the passage of time.

at 27??!! i hear you cry!

yeah, i admit i shouldn't stress about such things, but when you realise that it's been ten years since you left high school, the mind does start to wander.

perhaps due to this incessant nostalgia, i've been revisting things that i used to enjoy back in the day. movies, books, music, even magazines, no stone has been left unturned. although i've drawn the line at playing pink floyd's "time" whilst flicking through photo albums.

i don't know if this is part of some quater-age crisis, and hopefully i'll not stoop to wearing clothes not befitting some one of my age group, and/or buying a skateboard.

if anyone knows a cure to stop thinking of times past (other than "get out more") please let me know...

meanwhile i'm off to listen to some sleeper.