Matt seems a nice lad
I haven’t had a shower in three days. At the beach every morning, followed by breakfast out, followed by doing stuff around the house and garden with a few dips in the pool thrown in for good measure. Very hot here (42 degrees tomorrow), I’m getting through 8 t shirts a day. A few beers in the evening, even though I said I wouldn’t drink in January, but fuck it.
I like this time of the year when I get to go a bit feral.
Monday morning I’ll be in a suit, white shirt and tie driving down to Sydney to give a some wasters in my new team the fright of their lives.
Oz is great this time of year, the heat is a bit oppressive but better than standing at a Luas station at midnight with your balls frozen solid. Did that last year this time of year and never fucking again.
Balls.to that. I spent guts of two decades on and off in Oz since a little kid and my birthday falls in february. It was always, without fail, disgustingly hot.
Weeks around Easter and late October,/Nov the best months for my money.
Poor baby.
If his balls were in fact frozen solid then he may as well be a baby
People pay a lot to have their sperm frozen, maybe Luas are missing a trick ?
Agreed, February is a horrid month here. Where did you grow up?
Freemantle and Brisbane.
We brought the green bags to woolies and coles!
Some people like heat
Indeed. Some like to even draw it on them.
I couldn’t disagree with you more. Once you go over 25 degrees the sun is not enjoyable. We all like a bit of heat and the warmth of the sun on our face but there’s something about the cold that’s intrinsically linked to the human spirit - especially us norther hemisphere folk. Escaping the cold has dominated our existence since for forever. The sense of joy when we do touches something primeval in us. The cold makes us feel alive but it also reminds us of the harshness of life and our intrinsic need for shelter. Cold makes you want to live… heat makes you wanna die.
Up the cold.
Bit early to be hitting the bongos.

Did you ever get into bed when it’s baltic and pull the blankets up over you and have a giddiness take you over… that you leave out a little giggle?
You don’t get that with heat.
Something magical about the hot evening air when you get off a plan in Malaga airport.
Shannon to Tenerife for 25 euro. God bless Michael O’Leary
I don’t like the guy particularly but you can’t argue with that.
Fair play to the steward
I assume and hope that that sort of treatment is available at all big clubs
Sensory rooms for live sport?
The world is gone mad.
Next we’ll be asking fans not to be so loud.
