Heartland

hallucienate wrote:I'll pretend to be intertested in a good international day/night match, mainly for the last half hour of each innings when the ball starts really flying.

It flies the second I get anywhere near the crease, Hal. Unless it castles me, which it does.

hallucienate wrote:I'll pretend to be intertested in a good international day/night match, mainly for the last half hour of each innings when the ball starts really flying.

Man, you should be more interested! Pollock may have had his day, but I reckon Ntini is going to be massive in the next couple of years.

zigeunerweisen wrote:Damn, i'm moving to England. The girls must be desperate

There are some desperate girls over here, too, ya know! Umm...you wouldn't care to head over here to the wrong side of the Pond for a little "visit", would you?

sam donut wrote:

hallucienate wrote:I'll pretend to be intertested in a good international day/night match, mainly for the last half hour of each innings when the ball starts really flying.

Man, you should be more interested! Pollock may have had his day, but I reckon Ntini is going to be massive in the next couple of years.

I watched a bit of the SA vs Windies last night, but an NMA video got my attention instead, when I came back to the cricket they were handing out Man of the Match award. SA won, which is nice considering the events of last year.

Getting back to the start of the thread...

Realising in my mid 30s that exercise was just a dim and distant memory and agreeing to play badminton last night. Muscles which have lain undisturbed for over a decade have awoken today and are all thanking me for rousing them... sort of...

Stupid? Me?
I *don't* think so...

Karst wrote:Stupid? Me?
I *don't* think so...

JansenClone wrote:Getting back to the start of the thread...

Realising in my mid 30s that exercise was just a dim and distant memory and agreeing to play badminton last night. Muscles which have lain undisturbed for over a decade have awoken today and are all thanking me for rousing them... sort of...

i had a similar sensation (or lack of) when i tried a game of 5-a-side footy a few months ago

Quiff Boy wrote:

JansenClone wrote:Getting back to the start of the thread...

Realising in my mid 30s that exercise was just a dim and distant memory and agreeing to play badminton last night. Muscles which have lain undisturbed for over a decade have awoken today and are all thanking me for rousing them... sort of...

i had a similar sensation (or lack of) when i tried a game of 5-a-side footy a few months ago

Oh that's worse!!!

In a moment of madness I agreed to play in a friend's (Ez / PIB knows him too) final 5-a-side game before he went on a round the world thing last summer. After 2 minutes it felt like my heart was going to recreate a scene from Alien...

Recently I fell into the same trap. A nasty moment after about 10 minutes when I thought I was going to be sick, then another hour of walking death.

To break the pain I went in goal - and managed to stop a point-blank volley with my throat. Owww.

On the bright side, since I usually where glasses my goalkeeping was one of the great comedy moments of the night. And I only let one in, despite being functionally unsighted for every shot I faced.

We don't play to a very high standard down our way.

sam donut wrote:

hallucienate wrote:I'll pretend to be intertested in a good international day/night match, mainly for the last half hour of each innings when the ball starts really flying.

Man, you should be more interested! Pollock may have had his day, but I reckon Ntini is going to be massive in the next couple of years.

I watched the last half hour of last night's Windies/SA match, really very good.

Quiff Boy wrote: i had a similar sensation (or lack of) when i tried a game of 5-a-side footy a few months ago

Well thats because after a few dances at the Wendyhouse you wimp out!!

Sexygoth wrote:

Quiff Boy wrote: i had a similar sensation (or lack of) when i tried a game of 5-a-side footy a few months ago

Well thats because after a few dances at the Wendyhouse you wimp out!!

balls! i could dance the arse off you... they just dont play enough good songs consecutively!

Rubbish!!! Please cast your mind back to the second last WH you actually turned up for..............

"I wanna sit down now <in a moaning type voice>, no more"

I think you'll find I'm right!!!!!!!!!!!!!

pah! rubbish! i'm being mis-quoted!

Well, you're entitled to your wrong opinion

Sexygoth wrote:Well, you're entitled to your wrong opinion

ahhh, poo off!

Poo off

That the best you can do, Mr my feet hurt and SG, you can dance for far longer than me?

Sexygoth wrote:Poo off

That the best you can do, Mr my feet hurt and SG, you can dance for far longer than me?

@ richey: slap her for me, will you?

Poof

Quiff Boy wrote:@ richey: slap her for me, will you?

i wouldn't dare!

Too bloody right!

well poofboy, guess you'll have to do your own dirty work.........
mmmmmmmwwwwwwwwwhahahahahahahahaha

Just re-read this

I also found an old insult that I shall be using again......sod ring!!

hmmmm...stupid things, the list could go on and on

gig wise....went to see The Stranglers and when the girls were invited on stage I was up there like a shot. Never quite clicked that they were playing Nice and Sleazy until everyone around me started stripping off

Far too young and modest (plus about 10 guys from my home town were there!) so I just bopped around with my big mohair jumper on (wtf was I wearing a mohair jumper at a gig for? )

guess that was more embarrassing than stupid....I did get a kiss off JJ Burnell tho