woo hoo! – yesterday i found out that i’d passed my first tae kwon do grading and thus earned a saucy yellow stripe for my weedy white-belt – and the designation “9th keup”.  although the cynical side of me reckons that you’d pretty much have to run up and shit full in the examiner’s face [...]

as we saunter merrily through the month of december towards the yuletide fun’n’frolics, the “bilge industries ltd” patented “cliché-o-tron” on the left is hard at work, monitoring the output of all the major british media corporations’ news departments and registering a ‘hit’ every time some lazy journalist prefaces or signs off on a story with [...]

further to yesterday’s post about george best‘s funeral and noting callum best‘s emotional reading of the newtownabbey advertiser standard poem sent in to him by a member of the public, i am minded to pay my own tribute in verse form.  from the distant cobweb bedecked corners of my brain, comes the memory of a [...]