Maybe a half hour after lunch just to mess with their heads.

As a retired gent of leisure, I get my fair share's worth from my KS subs: cricket, AFL, NRL, NFL, golf (don't judge me), women's Champions League football, bowls, and even poker before it vanished.

Never really go the hockey bug.

Erratum. I keep forgetting Kayo is now owned by some other offshore billionaire. Same applies.

It really is the turd standard of online streaming services. I hate paying Murdoch, but it's Kayo all the way for me.

Great tune, batshit crazy lyrics.

At my mother's funeral, a friend approached me afterwards and I asked if she could have a word.

Yes?

"Plethora."

"Thanks. It means a lot."

Ooh, late to the game but at least there's some of 2025 left. On the shopping list for tomorrow.

Finger up the Carse sounds painful.

P.S. Jinxed myself. Right on cue, the hashtag grinds to a halt on search. Wtf, #Bluesky?

Stick to darts.

With it due to hit 39⁰C in Adelaide today, you're in good company with people not digging daytime Ashes.

"Thought."

The clue is in that word. He didn't know. We have one arbiter in a white floppy hat and several more sitting behind TV screens to adjudicate.

That's what happens.

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