On Saturday night, I dreamed a dream that I hadn’t dreamed for a long time. It used to come and go while I was at high school, and turned up again a few times at university, but I had thought it was long gone. To this day, I’m yet to figure out exactly what it all means. Continue reading Nightmare
One team scored 50 last week. The other scored 0.
The Warriors are finally starting to look like the attacking force we all thought they could be, whereas the Roosters, last year’s Minor Premiers, find themselves in unfamiliar territory, languishing near the bottom of the ladder. They’ve had injuries to key players, unwanted canine-related incidents and now this week head to Mt Smart without their Origin representatives.
Done deal, right? Warriors bank the two points and move on.
On paper it seems that simple, but the big question remains: Can we fully trust this Warriors team? Continue reading Banana Skin
Damn I hate that sign.
I don’t watch Family Guy, and playing the Roosters in 2015 certainly doesn’t make me want to start. Continue reading Giggity Giggity Ewww
