Devastated, absolutely gutted. We’ve been knocked out by the bloody French! Still, it could have been worse, because at least that’s saved us from having to play the Welsh, and I always feel bad about DOMINATING them, as they’ve got enough problems.
On another note, I’ve been musing over my diary format for a while now, and have come to the conclusion that I’ve not been doing it properly.
As this is my final entry, I’m going to do it properly from the top: Continue reading
I’ve been doing some thinking, and you know what? It may not be that bad a situation to have me on the bench. I’ve got plenty of time to work myself into the required state of emotional intensity. When the time comes, and Jonno declares “Cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of war”, then I’ll be a highly primed human wrecking ball and I think I’ll be just the dog for the job. I’m certainly going to wreak some fucking havoc, even if I’m not sure precisely what “havoc” is, but in context, I can only assume that it means DOMINATION. Continue reading
I’m heartbroken. That’s all there is to say. This is truly a black day in Dojo Haskell. The thing is, I’m not sure what I’ve done. Continue reading
Well, the Quarter Finals are in front of us. I’m not much of a wagering man, but even I couldn’t call some of these match-ups. Continue reading
Well, it’s no secret that not only do I DOMINATE Rugby, Fashion and international diplomacy, but I’m also a ladies man of some renown. Why, only last week a minor interchange I had made the international press. I am, actually, a true silver-tongued cavalier, a throwback to the days when men would spread cloaks over puddles to stop women’s feet getting wet. So, it’s with some pleasure that I get to share my romantic advice with “Cyrano”, a poor bedeviled soul struggling to form meaningful relationships with members of the opposite sex. Continue reading
Well, I’m right in the soup and no mistake. Some people just have no sense of humour whatsoever and totally fail to appreciate WORLD CLASS BANTER TM in action. What’s getting me, though, is that this is for something that happened ages ago, and now it’s all over the papers. It’s even taking the heat of Delon for his citing for that pathetic piece of failed DOMINATION against the Jocks. Continue reading
The time for battle is nearly upon us. The swarthy band of unwashed miscreants from North of the Border are waiting for us, and I can tell you I can feel the DOMINATION lust rising in every fibre of my being. Little James is, as I type this, standing quivering to attention and every sinew in my being is twitching with a need to get involved at close quarters with the dirty Scots. Continue reading
