I'm fine, thanks.

So, as Stoks pointed out this morning, I've been a bit scarce of late. I've been taking a well earned break from typing drawn out posts about this phenomenal hockey side, but I'm back so you can all just take a deep breath and relax. I don't have any pictures of us in here - my delegation of photo duties, it turns out, was a complete failure... which is a pity, it's been an eventful fortnight.

Between nights of wanton debauchery at the Colony have been a couple of interesting games on our home Astro for a change.

On the 20th we played the return fixture against those scoundrels from the Men's E side. I thought we played really well and were not deserving of the 3-0 defeat. They probably played better than us... actually no, they were able to run faster and for longer than we were, but then they are an average 30 to 40 years younger than Robbie. And they managed to outbid me with the "Umpires". Emslie, Goochie - I want my money back! Fines were pretty subdued after that and as soon as I get the pictures of the "assets" that were on display, I'll post them here (Skeg??). In the mean time here's a couple of oranges.


To this last Sunday then and the return of Pablo Escobar Easty, who had a storming game, bravely venturing out for the first time since Marco left us. Bless. Apparently everyone played really well and ground out a solid 1-0 win against the Mensa invitational from Cambrians. Doug won the punchy suit for mentioning sex and travel in the same sentence to their youngest player. Nice. Gazza scored his first in 9 years and Steyno fell and messed up his shoulder. He did manage to break one of their blokes in half before crocking himself, good man.

Which brings me to the Nathanial's Gay play of the day... me! I had two flat tires on the way to the game and then, as most of you would've seen, after a brief 5 minute runaround got Freddy Mercuried (took a ball in the chin, thanks Frank) and was ushered off to hospital by Harps (thanks mate) to get fixed up.

Apparently getting smashed in the face makes me a big fag. Okay fine, I'll take it; in my defense however:
there have been a couple of requests for a picture of the nurses who fixed me up, well here's the one who did all the stitching. Very delicate hands and a lovely technique - the reverse pretzel I believe.

And this kind soul gave me a courtesy Sponge Bath before I left. It was okay.

The rest have their own website which I'd suggest you visit at some point. Such commitment.

Just so we're clear, I've booked a pulled groin muscle for the next game and a suspected snake bite in the trousers for the final game of the season.