• Guttersnipe

    Guttersnipe

    You know what really grinds my gears? Those people who make a big mewling deal about the name “soccer”. It’s called soccer in North…

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    Guttersnipe

    One late morning last week, seated in my motor-carriage and travelling to-wards a local restaurant in search of sustenance to break the night’s fast,…

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    Guttersnipe

    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…

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    Guttersnipe

    The skies are angry today, my friends. And whoever is setting the thermostat is a cruel bitch. -12C (10F) was the high today and…

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    Guttersnipe

    We played the babes of the bowling alley last Tuesday night. Usually they bowl in pyjamas. Tonight was a normal clothing affair, though. Mid…

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    Guttersnipe

    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…

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    Guttersnipe

    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…

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    Guttersnipe

    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…

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    Guttersnipe

    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…

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    Guttersnipe

    I woke up naked in a hotel room on Sunday morning covered in milk. There was nary a carton in sight. It was a…