Meanwhile, at The Somme, Grandpa AGB can't contain his excitement at the prospect of yet another Essendon Collingwood match.
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I didn't watch the game, but I'm given to understand that the gold jacket came out five minutes before the end. Please let it have been true.
Posted by: carneagles | 28 April 2009 at 21:52
Your pleases are answered: he did indeed don the lamé.
And then un-donned it.
Posted by: Tony | 29 April 2009 at 14:15
There is a God, and he loves us.
Posted by: carneagles | 30 April 2009 at 22:32
Carn, are you blogging anywhere at the moment?
Posted by: Tony | 01 May 2009 at 10:54
Nah, not this year. They quietly cast the HS blogs adrift, dead eskimo-style, in favour of yet another message board.
I was watching the Saints merrily violate the Eagles in every available port the other week and all I could think was, thank Christ I'm not trying to put a jolly spin on this.
Posted by: carneagles | 01 May 2009 at 22:10
An ugly match. Any Eagles fan write-up would be very much in turd polishing territory.
Posted by: Tony | 02 May 2009 at 18:48