This picture was taken during the recent football match in which Brazil were annihilated by Germany 7-1. There is no shortage of photos depicting Brazil fans reacting to this agonizing defeat, but I find this particular one rather amusing. I love the way they express their horror in different ways. Continue reading
I thought I’d share this rather amusing snapshot of a news report about a rapist at large in Thurston County, Washington, from 2008. You’ll be pleased the know that the criminal has since been caught.
It’s that time of the year when men all over the world take slightly less time shaving each day by growing hair on their upper lips, raising money for prostate cancer charities in the process. I am, of course, referring to the Movember project, the details of which can be read about here: Continue reading
July draws to a close and I’m back in the real world once again. After four weeks of firing from all cylinders, doing things I never imagined doing, achieving things I never imagined myself capable of achieving, I’ve come out the other side in one piece. The stomach aches, the vivid dreams and the sleep deprivation are all behind me now and I can go back to my video games, my drinking and my late-night horror films. The CELTA course is over. Continue reading
I have serious concerns about my future. Ever since G-Day, more than a decade ago, I’ve been drifting from one job to the next, never staying in one place for more than two years. My CV looks like once of those old patchwork quilts and I don’t have any professional qualifications, apart from a TEFL certificate. Most jobs I’ve done were temporary, whilst others I quit because I felt trapped, lonely and miserable. Continue reading
Many thanks to those of you who gave me such positive feedback on my poetry; it’s always nice to be appreciated! Most of those poems were composed during my adolescence, the final creative burst occurring in my first year at university. I haven’t included three love poems which I sent anonymously to a girl in my halls of residence, though I was sorely tempted to do so. She was a pretty thing, all right, but in truth I felt no genuine affection for her, only a sense of mild frustration that she never expressed a desire to share my bed. So why did I write them? Continue reading