Tag Archives: Football
Balls. Or, to be more specific, men with balls
Groan. Not another feisty feminist-y thing, do I hear you sigh? Well, no, it isn’t. Hold on a minute and all will become clear. Well, clearer. And, please, stick it out to the end, it’s really, really not all about … Continue reading
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Tagged couch potatoes, ferrets, fishing, Football, marbles, men, newspapers, pigeon racing, rugby, sports, women
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A man walks into a bar. . . Pub conversation, Zambia-style
Football. It’s a universal language – well except in the USA of course. (What’s that? That other game they play with the pointy ball that isn’t rugby? American football. Doh.) Anthro-man walks into a bar. In Zambia. ‘Hello, how are … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 