A Horse of a Different Colour. Tuesday, October 21, 2014. Saturday, January 26, 2013. Happy belated New Year, I have a good feeling about 2013 and wish you wealth, health and happiness. Bainbridge Family Christmas with the In Laws. Avalon Beach on New Years Day.

I am now doing that for real. The Steiners and Ryans have tendrils across the w.

My thoughts and opinions left here on the Interweb. The Holy Days are over. The 12 days of Christmas are history. The Halcyon days have come and gone. Today we stop saying Happy New Year and we get on with the rest of this new year. God I hate winter! Walk toward the fire. A brief history of the last 80 years again. My new ride all cleaned up and ready to go.

What is this all about? Drug traffickers shoot down a police helicopter in Rio de Janerio. Posted by Fantastic Four in 1. So they shoot down a police helicopter in the middle of the city, ok maybe not downtown but within the city limits. Read more of this news here.

Thursday, December 08, 2011. Pulled her hat further down to cover her perplexed countenance. And his foreign coconuts were probably not to be trusted on such a morning and she clutched her list to her bosom and hurried on to the inner sanctum of the febrile market. Two genuine velvet flashing Santa. Stockings, please, and three of those luxury hats with the cross-eyed reindeer, thank you very kindly. It was the best of times.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007. I stand upon the precipice. A thousand voices cry my name. A thousand disembodied limbs grasp out. The tattered flesh of their hands taking hold. They try to drag me into oblivion. None but I shall fight this battle. Only I against my demons. The will of the people behind me. The anguished wails of my screams echo. Across the cavernous walls of the depths of Hell. There can be no revolution without bloodshed. I raise arms against a sea of troubles.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013. We finally have an autumn filled with golds and reds and bronzes. I stand in my garage with the door opened wide and watch the rain come down. Red wine in hand to accompany the chill of the season. He who knows I partake of the occasional Camel Menthol Silver. This lovely change in the weather made me think of you all. But I noticed that you left your.

Stories for those with a short attention span. Thursday, January 24, 2008. I watched a smile grow from your lying mouth and spread across your lying face. He was too busy with your breasts - hoping that if you leaned forward a little more he would glimpse more than the soft cleavage that was already on offer. His eyes glued to the young flesh that had been denied him for so long. Did you know he loved me? Tuesday, January 22, 2008.

Rants that would get me fired, then locked up. Tuesday, 5 June 2007. I know that Dario has blogged his arse off about skobies, the new track-suited, Buckfast-fuelled underclass of Ireland. So I was interested in this story in the local. Tracksuit, usually Adidas or Kappa.