The more things change

What would life be without social networking? A note on Asher’s Facebook, told me he was in London. An email, mobile numbers swapped, and just like that I was catching up with an old friend from way back when.
Way back when I was still dying my hair black and red. Way back [...]

Champion!

Let’s be honest, on the scale of exciting the world cup final rated between putting out the rubbish and eating a chocolate digestive. Even in Finchley Central the red and white shirted punters gathered around the plasma screen were merely filling time.

Dawn

It was still dark when I went for my run this morning. The mist that had settled for the night was slowly waking and rising from the grass as if the Earth was breathing frosty breaths. Some people enjoy sunsets, and who can blame them, but I have a thing for sunrises.

An Invisible Divide

[ CHAPTER TWO | The End of Poverty ]

Borders are funny things. Aside from the various ceremonies conducted at them, the idea that an imaginary line defines one nation, one law, and one people, from another is a little absurd. And to think of the patriotism and passion that this imaginary line can arouse in a person. Consider the historical divide between India and Pakistan; geographically metres away, but at times relationally worlds apart. And I need not remind you of what happens when different countries meet on the sports field, even if they are from opposite sides of the world.

The other game

My ears were ringing after leaving the Sports Cafe Saturday arvo. If nothing else the Brits are passionate about their team, but I’m not sure if they put a lot of faith in their boys.

Take your queue

England has been one of the world’s greatest empires, and what does it have to show for itself? I’ll tell you; it’s the queue.