Kevlar 5.0

Good Lord that previous Gary Kasparov and the Flying Penis title is getting really annoying to look at every time this page loads that something absolutely must be done.

If you stopped by here in May you were treated to a gripping story about park sod, the gravity of elementary scrota and a flying penis threatening a Russian chess master.

What a month!

Needless to say both Kev and I were on hiatus. Separate vacations from the blog world.

I did see him a couple of times over the month however and I gotta say the once emaciated Kevlar of yore has been replaced with a rounder, chunkier version. Kevlar 5.0. If that sounds fatter and rosier, Kevlar 5.0 it is. Quitting smoking has positively ravaged his bony physique. He kinda looks like me now, just hairier and in Hawaiian shorts.

In all seriousness though, good on Kevlar for getting off the weed. It's harder to get him out for a brew these days which kinda sucks 'cause I'm leaving in 5 weeks and it'd be nice to see him a little more often. On the upside, when I do see him there's far more of him to see!

Beers at Fairies Thursday evenings til late with John and sometimes Dean-o too. (after the kids are to bed) Come on out to chew the fat. DWayne's there almost every night, earlier though. I may be there on Tuesdays too...