Played in the last game of the season yesterday, resulting in a stonking 14-0 win. I, needless to say, didn’t score any goals (I was in defence). The opposition were pretty shocking and i think are bottom of the league.

And so the debate on the charms of Garkarn(a) rolls on. Is it a “helhole full of simpering, aging hippies” or a “tropical beach paradise”? Jul will have to cast the deciding vote if he ventures that way on his travels.

Not much happening here at the homestead. the chickens lay about 4/5 eggs a day. sometimes one of the pesky speckled ones escapes, but usually leaps back in after a short chase.

Google tells me that those two names seem to be used more or less interchangably for the town called Gorkan, the place with Ohm beach. At least, according to a couple of maps I looked at. There is a place call Gokarna, but it’s in north-east india, rather close to Bangladesh…

Pliskin and I popped down to the witterings yesterday after various forcasts promised great waves, but there was nothing higher than a couple of inches… most dispointing! I think it was something to do with the moon.

What is chillum?

Pinkie and I are thinking of going to see the new statesman in Brighton. Not sure which showing yet, but if anyone else wants to go let me know.

Pliskin and I played footy today. We lost of course, but we did play well. having only 9 men, we played Dom in defence and I held things together with some weak defending at left-back. The final score was 3-2, our first goal was a quality long range effort from sulley and an epic looping header from Pliskin leveled things at 2 all. Unfortunately, Andy managed to dive over a sharply taken chance from the opposition with 3 mins to go. Still, at least we played well.

Jamie and I congregated in covent garden yesterday to finally redeem our ice-climbing vouchers.

I arrived early and performed an early recon, discovering that the ice wall was in a climbing shop spanning its two floors. Not quite the hundred-foot cliff that we had imagined!

When jamie arrived, we looked for a suitable place to have lunch before our allotted slot on the wall. We spotted a suitable spot called the “Box Cafe”. The two chaps we spotted in the window seemed to be eating tasty food, so we headed for the door. Beside the door we noticed a poster advertising the “Box Cafe Calendar”, which on closer inspection was composed entirely of semi-naked men. We looked and noticed there wasn’t a single female form inside. We exited stage left.

The climb itself was good fun. We were kitted out with all the helmets, ice picks and crampons we needed and after 3 mins of instruction, we headed up the wall.

There were two normal sections to the wall, 1 completely vertical and 1 with a very slight angle. We both set off up the wall and got to the top first time, though, as I took the first go at the vertical wall, it took me a little longer than jamie. He was wondering why I was making such hard work of it until he attempted the vertical wall. We both found it increasingly hard on the arms, and found that we’d have nearly reached the top, but barely have the strength to lift our arms to make that last few foot. After the hour we were shattered, arms aching and pouring with sweat despite the low temperatures needed to keep the wall frozen.

Afterwards we met up with Kit who had been delayed by the Iraq protestors and then walked the streets of london in search of a pub showing the rugby.