things that rule

Pics or STFU!

Ed Sheeran

Futurama 

Fry: Your Excellency, have you ever been in love?

Worm Mayor: No. I thought I was once but then I remembered our species reproduces with a cloud of spores...

Grant Robertson/ Jacinda Ardern 2017.... Go Labour !!!!!

Meh.

One of these is a twunt.

Hint: It isn't Ardern.

this Christmas tree in Paris

Not really a thing that rules but a beutiful interview with Ade Edmondson, lovely bloke always comes across as warm and sincere even when he's hitting someone over the head with a cricketbat.

http://www.theguardian.com/stage/2014/oct/19/ade-edmondson-interview-nevilles-island-rik-mayall

I love his programmes Ade in Britian and The Dales. You can tell he's  always a bit shy, but he listens to what people say, gives everything ago and is real gentleman.

Like Rik a national treasure.

Anyone else here enjoy a decent cider? Well today i was asked if I had heard of a brand called Dickens. Here it is....

I know, a school yard humour but.. (Chortle, chortle) hey I am in a good mood after todays game!

Argos catalogues from the past.

http://retromash.com/argos/

Zombie dreams, particularly when they contain a Zombie Chicken - the vicious little bastard.

I remember we used to get the occasional Hamley's catalogue.  Absolutely brilliant but useless as we were in NZ.

My car was playing up. I was on my way to the mechanic when I stopped for a red light. Car stalled as the the light went to green. Took me a second to get going again and just as I let the clutch out a car, from my right, ran the red light.  Phew! Thanks 'playing up car' .

...then again if hadn't been playing up I wouldn't have been on the way in any case.

Coconut rough that has been in the freezer for an hour! All the winning!

Mary Timony of Ex Hex, Wild Flag etc. 

The Endless River.

Funny!

Too Many Cooks

I liked Smarf

Smarf is the best.

The Kiwis esp. Shaun Johnson, MAGIC !!!!!!!!!!

This messageboard.

Just bought an '07 Retro Ricki at a charity shop in Hastings for $7.

Feeling quite smug now!

#winwinsituation

Good ol' Dennis! 

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/labour-mp-dennis-skinner-takes-ukip-mp-mark-reckless-to-task-moments-after-he-is-sworn-in-9875957.html

Lydia Ko

Massive result for her.

Beergut fitness - At last a useful fitness app.

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com....

As I have been working and cycling in this week according to Beergut fitness I am allowed to drink 5 bottles of red wine!

Phoenix fans offering something positive whether it be on a bike, a boat, or a Phoenix bus trip.

Reading Philip Larkin at 04:00 in the morning (best time to read him)

Here is something cheerful to start the day

The Old Fools

What do they think has happened, the old fools,
To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose
It's more grown-up when your mouth hangs open and drools,
And you keep on pissing yourself, and can't remember
Who called this morning? Or that, if they only chose,
They could alter things back to when they danced all night,
Or went to their wedding, or sloped arms some September?
Or do they fancy there's really been no change,
And they've always behaved as if they were crippled or tight,
Or sat through days of thin continuous dreaming
Watching the light move? If they don't (and they can't), it's strange;
Why aren't they screaming?

At death you break up: the bits that were you
Start speeding away from each other for ever
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
We had it before, but then it was going to end,
And was all the time merging with a unique endeavour
To bring to bloom the million-petalled flower
Of being here. Next time you can't pretend
There'll be anything else. And these are the first signs:
Not knowing how, not hearing who, the power
Of choosing gone. Their looks show that they're for it:
Ash hair, toad hands, prune face dried into lines -
How can they ignore it?

Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms
Inside you head, and people in them, acting
People you know, yet can't quite name; each looms
Like a deep loss restored, from known doors turning,
Setting down a lamp, smiling from a stair, extracting
A known book from the shelves; or sometimes only
The rooms themselves, chairs and a fire burning,
The blown bush at the window, or the sun's
Faint friendliness on the wall some lonely
Rain-ceased midsummer evening. That is where they live:
Not here and now, but where all happened once.
This is why they give

An air of baffled absence, trying to be there
Yet being here. For the rooms grow farther, leaving
Incompetent cold, the constant wear and tear
Of taken breath, and them crouching below
Extinction's alp, the old fools, never perceiving
How near it is. This must be what keeps them quiet:
The peak that stays in view wherever we go
For them is rising ground. Can they never tell
What is dragging them back, and how it will end? Not at night?
Not when the strangers come? Never, throughout
The whole hideous inverted childhood? Well,
We shall find out.

Pizza. One of my favourite ways to cure a hangover

Meatlovers?

Anchovies?

Triple cheese.

Double chilli is also nice.

Pepes opposite Mitchell Street by Hutt hospital used to when I was working for Telecon.

this article

http://www.stuff.co.nz/sport/opinion/63759297/Reason-Phillip-Hughes-death-highlights-crickets-hypocrisy

Yeah. Read that too. I usually despise it when I accidentally read a MR article, but I think he makes some good points in this one.