Showing posts with label Falconhawk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Falconhawk. Show all posts

Friday, September 21, 2007

Catching up

Sorry about the delay there; nothing to worry about, just had a bit of a messy midweek with which to contend. Thanks for your long-suffering tolerance, though.
  • I has a profile at NZ Cricket Online. Nothing to get excited about, though, it's all a bit of a laugh. Speaking of cricket, though, it's almost the beginning of the new season, and the mighty Falconhawk(e) is about to rise from the ashes of um.. last season.
  • The Commonsense Nihilist is taking the New Zealand Security Intelligence Service head-on in his own inimitable way.
  • It was Kiran's birthday the other night; we had a drunken blast -- part of which involved her challenging me that I couldn't sling her over my shoulder and cart her down the street (silly girl!). She loved the present I got her.

Oh, and check out these guys:




They're Welsh rugby players Adam Jones, Colin Charvis and Duncan Jones. Aren't they the CUTEST???? Don't you love their hair?

Me too.

They look like big fluffy poodles, not mean, ferocious forwards in a rugby team.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Logo

My cricket team Falconhawk is in the process of designing a new team emblem. A rough impression of my best and most favoured logo (so far) is pictured; your comments are welcomed.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

The Third Annual Falconhawk All Cock, All Falcon, All Party Falconcock Cocktail Party and Craft Fair Extravaganza

This is my cricket team, Falconhawk:


On Saturday night we had a cocktail party and prize-giving. Here are some pictures of proceedings:

Steve makes making cocktails on a sort-of "feeding-the-5000" scale look fun and easy.


Ozz man, at this stage still in the happy place.


David has a number of sheets to the wind.


If n is the number of sheets to the wind that David has, the number of sheets to the wind that Phil at any one time has can be expressed as n*sqrt(3).


Our gracious host Tobin, and his lovely date -- whose name I have unfortunately forgotten.


Tobin and date.


Date sans Tobin. I gave up trying to take a pic which didn't involve one or both of them looking like retards.


Tobin (at stage-right) tells another "joke".


Wicketkeeper extraordinaire and Falconhawk Man Of The Year, Dan Cumming, likes to whistle when he's drunk.


Dan Cumming also likes the feel of cold hard metal on his *cough* cheeks. At this stage I gave up trying to take a pic of Dan which didn't involve him, also, looking like a retard.


David and Shauna.


Man of the Year. 'Nuff said, innit.


Some formica.


Yes indeed.