As You Can See

I’ve changed the theme AGAIN šŸ™‚ one day I’ll leave it alone but I doubt that’ll be any time soon jejeje


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas (first published 1951)

The best modern version IMHO is the one sung by Doug Parkinson off the movie Stone

Read an analysis here –


I’d Happen

A rugby referee died and went to heaven.

Stopped by St Peter at the gates he was told that only brave people who had performed heroic deeds and had the courage of their convictions could enter.

If he could describe a situation in his life where he had shown these characteristics, he would be allowed in.

“Well,” said the ref, “I was controlling a game between Wales and England in Cardiff.

“Wales were two points ahead with a minute to go. Ben Cohen made a break, passed inside to Martin Johnson. Johnson was driven on by his forwards, before he passed out to Lawrence Dallaglio who went over in the corner.

“But Dallaglio dropped the ball before he could ground it. As England were clearly the better side all game, I ruled that he had got it down and awarded the try.”

“Ok, that was fairly brave of you, but I will have to check it in the book,” said Peter, before disappearing to look it up.

When he came back he said: “Sorry, there’s no record of this. Can you help me to trace it? When did all this happen?”

The ref looked at his watch and replied: “Forty-five seconds ago.”


Time Marches On – JUST NOT FAST ENOUGH!!!

Well it is shooting by really but I’m hangin’ out for the FA Cup final and at the mo it’s draggin grrrrrr.

Gotta do a coverup tattoo today so I best get started on the final design or I’ll never get it done.


Wembley Here We Come!!

Our Father who art in Wembley
Jones be thy name.
Thy FA come, goals will be done, by Parry, Hasselbaink & Scimeca,
Give us this day
Our daily bread of heaven
And forgive us our offside
As we tackle those who trespass against us
And lead us into bad discipline
But deliver us from Barnsley
For Cardiff is the kingdom, the dragon & the daffodil
For ever & ever

Aright butt