I have a post-it note on my desk. It’s been there a few weeks, like every page I don’t fill up (I’m loathe to waste paper, resulting in loads of pages with one line on them that I refuse to throw away until I realise that I can’t find anything, and I will never use those pieces of paper again.), and it has just one thing written on it; “Recover ID”…

Yes, you read correctly. I chose to devote my first post back from hiatus and the first post of the brand spanking new layout to the wonderous Fray Bentos. It’s a pie in a can, just like baked beans, beetroot and 3 bean mix, this bad boy has to have a can-opener applied to it so the general public can get to its bounty. I wouldn’t put it in the microwave to warm it up though, this is strictly oven only.

Greetings, people. First time writer, long time reader. In the humbling footsteps of the internationally known Kizza and Grum, I’d like to present a rant, regardless of whether you want to hear it, because I wasn’t asking. Before I begin, I’d like to say that I’ve never considered myself to be a tree-hugger (and I [...]

I had intended for this to be a well-thought out commentary on current fashions, but we all know it will descend into childish name-calling and angry ranting.

In part 2 of my spleen venting extravaganza, I’ll be discussing the topic of swearing, in particular, use of that special taboo word.
In my opinion, and speaking as a hypocrite of the highest order, there is one word that will never and should never enter common usage. The infamous “c” word…

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m afraid you may have to bear with me here, I have a lot of venting to do, on a number of subjects…

Now, before I get started on this week’s rant, (which had the working title “I’m not a chauvinist, but…”), I’d like to get something out of the way…

Those of you who know me, or are at least paying attention, will know how much I hate Ian Chappell. He is THE biggest fuckwit in world cricket.

…it angries up the blood. Besides, I think it tastes fucking awful. Have you looked at the ingredients in it? Goats blood, spam, small child called Kevin, the entire 1952 Collingwood squad. Why the hell would I want to drink that?

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