I found this on BBC and had to share:
In October 1987 a husband assures his pregnant wife that he will put shelves in a tall kitchen cabinet in order to make into a storage cupboard. The shelves are finally put in by our son (the “bump”) when he is 16 years old. Over the 16-year period I heard an endless line of excuses. I could have done it myself, but I am dangerous with drills and cables, so tend to leave well alone. After all, he was going to do it and turned down a joiner friend’s offer to do it when I first mentioned it. Sarah Clark, near Morpeth, Northumberland
It all started during the Basketball final during London 2012. Now @emmawoods is pretty good at basketball, she even got the the trails to play for the Ireland under 19 team, and it runs in her family, an elder sister of hers played for Ireland’s full team, and even got to scholarship to the USA based on her fantastic basketball ability. I on the other hand played Rugby at school, and not brilliantly. I did once or twice try my hand at basketball….
USA winning gold at London 2012
While exchanging tweets with @macermott, myself and @emmawoods and I started swapping school sports stories. Emma was explaining the finer points of blocking, and how you can step in front of a player running with the ball and if they run into you it’s their fault (I think). (You may correct me on this). This reminded me of what myself and my class did while playing basketball, we stepped in front of any on coming player (ball or no ball) and turned our backs on them. They’d run into us, then we’d quickly – out of the eye of the teacher, swing our elbows back and ensure we made contact on the solar plexus at optimum speed… a move was really wasn’t allowed. But hey, we were 14/15 and just happy not to be outside trying to rugby tackle each other on a pitch of frozen razer-blade mud.
Ireland v New Zealand Rugby World Cup 2011
This got me thinking, what if you could combine basketball with rugby and have a proper contact sport out of it. Sharing the idea on Twitter with @macdermott produced further refinements, until we came up with the rules of what we hope will be a new Olympic sport – RugbyBall!
The Rules of RugbyBall
- Played on a basketball court
- Played with a rugby ball
- Played with rugby rules on passing – no forward passes
- Played with rugby tackles allowed – you can now actually sweep the legs out from under a player and get away with it
- The “travelling” rule is converted to allow kicks to the ball
- The only way to score is to either dunk the ball in the basket, or kick it into the basket (a result of the no forward pass rule)
Now… we just need to play the first ever game…. any takers?
It’s such a lovely afternoon; the birds are singing the sun is shining and a cool breeze is wafting over me. What a really lovely day.
Ok I spent most of it inside looking at a computer screen, but this is just fantastic… Shame it won’t last
Weather forecast for tomorrow is very heavy winds, up to gale force and rain.
It’s really hard to believe at the moment, I guess this must be the calm before the storm.
Suddenly it went quiet… I tried to sleep, but memories of dental pain ran through my mind and I tried my best to loose myself in the in the slowly rocking blanket of calmness I’d found on the ferry, but it didn’t work… that is when I discovered some new music.
I’m just back home after a trip to England to see my parents, it was a fantastic weekend and a great break, I got to hang out with my parents, see my Dad and my son together… see my sons first reaction to natural yogart (he likes it, but his facial expressions are priceless.. ‘tarty goodness’)… and I discovered some very cool tunes… in the most unlikely of places.
Free magazines, they are one of the world’s mysteries. I normally find them lying around dential surgery’s waiting rooms. Free copies of “Hello” and the discarded inner sections of the Sunday Times are normally the choice of the day. These magazines appear to be the ones no one actually wants to read; Hello has more pictures than text, and the discarded sections where normally discarded for a reason. I expect these free magazines are put there to make you try to ignore the screams of pain, drills and gargling coming from the down the hall way – they never really work. So finding free magazine on the ferry from Holyhead to Dublin immedialy reminded me of the dentist surgery… I started actively listening for the screams of pain.
When my son dropped off to sleep, I tried to do the same, but the memories of the dental surgery where haunting me, unable to sleep I flicked through the free magazine in my hand. Scan magazine is a regular staple onboard the boat, skipping to the back I found the music section. The article (you can find the original from the link above) named three tunes, I though I’d check them out and they were not bad – so I’m sharing them with you good people here:
Next time I’m in the dentist I’ll be looking for some more Nordic pop… that and the exit.