This is how we spent Sunday, in the bullring at Tarragona, near Barcelona, with 7000 lunatics building towers out of people. I am very sore today. Naturally, getting 80-90kg people trudging over your collarbone or head was never going to hurt, right? This particular tower assembled by our team, Vilafranca, had never been built and deconstructed in competition before.
If none of this makes any sense, here is a more complete vid of the last concourse held two years ago. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1HWyUIZ5kk
Did I mention that our mob won the whole thing yesterday? Muchos cerveza.
Doesn’t Kenny look stoked to get the top job at Port? Don’t worry, mate, there’s some good news too…you have to have all your teeth removed and a third eye inserted in your forehead. You choose where.
The laxative effects of exercise such as hurdling. You should have been in the crowd at the London 2012 Olympics. The long-jump pit was a minefield.
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…Garry ‘Whiskas’ Hocking took the field. Allright, so the first bit is bullshit - I have no idea how long ago it was, although I must be somewhere near it.
Buddha’s tie-in with the cat food company may have been a master-stroke of marketing and anointed him a genius ahead of his time…although watching any interview footage of him would suggest otherwise.
Anyway, got me thinking, what other AFL player promos would be a nice fit?
Watching Lley-Lley playing at the Olympics. Amusing how different it is from Wimbledon. Crappy camera angles, ball boys and girls who look they were only told what to do at the beginning of the match.
Wandering along in Co. Down. ‘So, whereya from?’ says rotund Oirish ma’am. ‘New Zealand,’ replies mother-in-law. ‘OOOH,’ she says, excitedly, ‘oive got a cousin down there. Don’t ask me where he is. South Africa, oi think.’
