I HAVE THE ANSWER

On my profile page, I asked the question 'What is your purpose here?', then I saw this. Maybe I have my answer.
Regarding being more blokey yesterday, it backfired. A couple of Ladeeezzz liked the pink rabbit post, but that did not make up for the outrageous text I got from one of my more blokey mates. It serves me right, I should never have walked onto the girlie side of the street. Trainfellow, thanks for putting me straight.

One for the Girls

I have just been accused of being too laddish, having only posted guy type things. Well, I consider myself to be a forward thinking man, so here is one for the laideeeezzz. This 200ft knitted pink rabbit appeared on a hillside in Italy during the night. The people responsible say it is an art installation and say it is supposed to stay there until 2025. IT'S KNITTED......imagine what it is going to smell like. I know I should stand up for my knitted brethren, but frankly this chappie scares me a bit. Italians..............too much time on their hands.

21 - 13 HUZZAR!!!!!!!!!!!!

Above you can see two national treasures. The wonderful, awe inspiring monument to French construction, the utterly unmistakable Eiffel Tower. On the other side, you can see Mr Andrew Sheridan, breaker of French hearts and ribs. Our front row wonderboy literally folded the French tight head prop in two. I am sure sure I could hear the occasional 'sacre bleu' from the scrums on Saturday. It looked and sounded like the poor lad was being squeezed in a prop sized vice. It takes a big man for the big occasion, and our Andrew fits the bill in every sense of the word. In the heady days of super 14's, it is truly a pleasure to watch a proper game of rugby, with big forwards looking to beat each other half to death. Still, however bad the French lad feels, he can console himself in the fact that he did better than Matt Dunning. In the world Cup semi final against the Australians, Sheridan slapped him all the way back to his billabong.
The mighty Andrew Sheridan.......the meanest prop in the world!!!

Grooverider.......4 years groove free

Well I never. The legendary grooverider has gone down a four stretch in chokey for possesion of cannabis in Dubai. Apparently he wore the wrong trousers and forgot that he had a little iddy bit of grass in them. Now let's get this straight. I can't stand weed. It eventually fries your brain, turns you into a lentil eating hippy and gives you a short term memory like a retarded goldfish. However, you don't see stoners going at each other with broken bottles at 2 in the morning outside a club. I know that the UAE is taking a tough line on drugs, but it used to take a tough line on alchhol too. Then they realised that thier oil might run out in the next few years and some kind of tourist industry might be a good idea. Just in case you think I am over reacting, the Fair Trials Commission is looking at a case of a Swiss national who got four years for having three poppy seeds from a bun on his clothes as he arrived into Dubai. You have got to be joking
My considered opinion, the whole world is going mad.

What's in the jar?

First post is this fantastic piece of marketing that a friend found yesterday. Some ad comapny got paid for coming up with this........I am clearly in the wrong business. I could make about twenty disgusting jokes here, but all of them are too obvious so I will refrain. Although I have to say, I would have had to open the jar to see what was in there. Like most blokes, the nads in a jar feeing is something I have experienced on a number of occasions. My thanks to Nai for giving me my opening shot.