Scrambled Eggs

Three games, three defeats.

It's not going well for Eggs and Beans FC in the KickAbout.Com Wednesday night Astro Turf Soccer League in DCU.

Losses of 4-5, 2-9 and 7-9 have left the healthy breakfast options floundering at the foot of the table, with serious questions marks being raised about famous midfielder McMuck.

His magical shooting prowess once rendered the football invisible to goalkeepers until they turned around and found it nestling in the net behind them.

His legendary 'engine' once got him from box to box and back to box again.

And his oft-talked about touch could once kill a cannonball fired from ten yards.

But the only magical thing these days about McMuck's shooting prowess is the physics-defying trajectory of an alleged blem on goal.

Where the engine is housed is now flabbed by saggy man-boobs.

And the only thing McMuck's touch appears to kill these days is Egg and Beans FC's hope of ever registering a win.

Sigh.

Belch

I was reminded by Lady Fnurleg a drunken night ago of the absence of bloggery on McMuck and the Mystery of the Kuúgleflarg.

"Scribe thee a blog double-quick or you shall be removed from my blogroll," bellowed the sultry wench between slurps of warm ale.

And so it is writ.

Happy now?

Round the Bend

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

ALWAYS TURNING CORNERS

I need to sleep

The pesky air conditioning unit is doing nothing to cure my temporary insomnia. Off and the room is a furnace. On and it sounds like the room is about to lift off. We're in the wee hours of the morning and it's still 20-odd degrees outside. The beer from earlier on is starting to wear off and I don't want to be awake for that.

I'm thinking tired thoughts. It was a day for shorts but I wore jeans. For tuna melts but I had a club sandwich. Silly thoughts.

So I watch CNN, I drink a €3.50 bottle of water from the mini-bar and I read that Radge is straight.

It's a surprise, I have to admit.

Cash Blow For Clubs

I wrote an article the other day about a competition called the Setanta Sports Cup - a cross-border football competition sponsored and financed by the broadcaster. The participating clubs, north and south, were each due to get a €10,000 cheque at the draw. However said draw was postponed and no cheque was forthcoming. For obvious reasons. Setanta's collapse had left some of the poor clubs in a financial pickle, I wrote. Or something along those lines.

Then I remembered Radge and other former Townsend Street comrades.

That article hasn't sat well with me.

Gazza-umped!

Hello.

Lord Gaylord Limpalong here.

Banjaxed my ankle last week playing five-a-side. What's worse is the fact that I was the one who made the tackle. A bit of a wild one. Tried to wrap myself around someone, ended up standing on their boot, foot went one way and leg the other... kind of like a Gazza on Gary Charles effort (circa 1991).

There are so many parallels.

Old Wheelie

I Want To Ride My Bicycle

I Want To Ride My Bike

I Want To Ride My Bicycle

I Want To Ride It Where I Like

Well, around to the local Spar for lunch, then up to the Blanchardstown Centre to buy some pirate paraphernalia and then home.

First time in ages on old Wheelie. I may even be motivated to cycle into work. One day.