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BC Dick - January 3, 2023January 3, 2023

Sweet mother of god, it’s Tuesday already. The never ending holiday of angry traffic and wet socks took place over what seemed like a 13 day week. Then the “new year” and my own birth anniversary a week later. There’s more birthdays next week and then the flower holiday and

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BC Dick - December 20, 2022December 20, 2022

The skies are angry today, my friends. And whoever is setting the thermostat is a cruel bitch. -12C (10F) was the high today and snow has been falling by the trouserload. It’s coming down so hard on me I feel like that poop cam I left in the Arby’s lavatory. The

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BC Dick - December 13, 2022December 13, 2022

We played the babes of the bowling alley last Tuesday night. Usually they bowl in pyjamas. Tonight was a normal clothing affair, though. Mid twenties i would say, all of them. The rigours of age had yet to wear them down to the craggy, hump-backed crones that typically inhabit the

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BC Dick - December 6, 2022December 6, 2022

In these, the dog days of the bowling season, there isn’t much excitement floating around the lanes. Just wet feet and spilt beer mixed with fried dough and the pungent tang of one old lady’s A535. At least I hope that’s what’s emitting such a stench. To keep the mind

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BC Dick - November 29, 2022November 29, 2022

To continue where I left off last week: this latest new wave of Thai opera simply wouldn’t exist without the efforts of the “big three”, none of whom would or could have had the same impact without the other two. The conclusion being, of course, that if that land mine

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BC Dick - November 15, 2022November 15, 2022

If you can’t out-bowl ‘em, out-drink ‘em. That was the motto of my first bowling league, which I will describe in the absence of a league night recap. I was placed on the DL last week due to a non-bowling injury (illness). Rumour was it would have been a healthy

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BC Dick - November 8, 2022November 8, 2022

Sweet Mother Mary, winter is here and it’s a righteous goddamn hassle. While apparently the milk-baggers out east in this fine country are enjoying the 20 degree weather we basked in for the month of October, November has come in angry with a sharp thumb to the anus of western

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BC Dick - November 1, 2022November 1, 2022

I woke up naked in a hotel room on Sunday morning covered in milk. There was nary a carton in sight. It was a hell of a Halloween party. After a mind-numbingly dull week of work the chance to let loose and drink in the joy of the season was greatly

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BC Dick - October 25, 2022October 25, 2022

Last week a little bug-eyed birdie told me I should be wiping the oil slicks off my ball. And wipe my ball I did. Every time I got my hands on that smooth 16 pounder I gave it a thorough rub-down. Boy, oh boy, playing with a sparkling clean ball

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BC Dick - October 18, 2022October 18, 2022

God bless the Duke of Argyll! If the youth of today aren’t the most annoying creatures on the planet I’ll eat my finest Sunday derby. Condor-sized prairie mosquitos and door-knocking donation guilt-trippers have nothing on these grating simpletons. I went to one of those Halloween corn maze dealies with the

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BC Dick - October 11, 2022October 11, 2022

The only thing better than true happiness is absolutely not giving a shit. This truth we, the nihilist association of something or other, hold to be self-evident. In perhaps a similar vein, the only thing better than luck is dumb luck. Dumb luck has served me well. Rather than the

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BC Dick - October 4, 2022October 4, 2022

Sometimes it feels strange to have another man’s ball in your hands. The weight might not be quite right or the holes could be too far apart or too small. Familiar, yet completely foreign. Given enough time spent holding it, however, exploring its cavities and getting comfortable with its heft,