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2/5/2016

It’s over.

We are now sitting at Heathrow Airport awaiting a boarding call to Sydney (via Singapore for four days). So, what’s happened in two years? Loads. What boxes have we ticked? S**tloads.

Tennis at the All-England Lawn and Tennis Club.

Currywurst in Berlin.

Haggis in Scotland.

Wine in The Black Forest.

Waffles in Belgium.

World Cup Rugby at Twickenham.

Limoncello in Positano.

Steins in Hamburg.

Messi in Barcelona.

ANZAC Cove in Gallipoli.

Whale in Reykjavik.

Sunday roasts in London.

The Ashes at Lords.

Changing Of The Guards at Buckingham Palace.

Whiskey in Glasgow.

Schnitzels in Germany.

BBQ’ing in the Park.

Chocolate in Bruges.

Comedy in Soho.

Fighting the crowds on the Tube.

Rugby at Murrayfield.

Theater at Royal Albert Hall.

Gozleme in Turkey.

Pizza in Capri.

Crossing Abbey Road.

Lunch at Borough Market.

Negotiating icy streets.

Rugby in Wales.

Mussels in Brussels.

A Rooney-double at Old Trafford.

Seafood on the Amalfi Coast.

Red wine in Italy.

Baklava in Istanbul.

Guinness in Dublin.

Pad Thai in Thaliand.

Sailing the Aegean Sea.

Beer in Bavaria.

Leiderhosen in Germany.

Pils in Prague.

Northern Lights (not really) in Iceland.

Sangria in Spain.

Mary (not really) in Denmark.

and the best one… Premier League in North London.

What boxes have we ticked? S**tloads.

See you in a few days, home.

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11/10/2015

Tupac had it right when he spoke about “Changes”.

Notoriously (see what I did there?), last weekend would have easily been my favourite of the year;

The Footy Show Grand Final is over which marks the end of another very busy (but even more rewarding) few months
The Footy Show Grand Final drink would’ve been a massive evening full of controversy and great stories
The Footy Show Grand Final recovery drink would’ve happened so everyone could share their Grand Final Footy Show drink stories or fill in any blanks from the evening before
the NRL Grand Final was from many accounts “the best ever” (oddly enough, I didn’t see a ball passed!)
the AFL Grand Final always lends itself to a mammoth day of tacos, wings, beers and cocktail jugs at The Norfolk (although I may have boycotted it this season based purely on the participants. The footy, that is, not my spiritual home), and
to round it all off, TV mad Monday would’ve just about seen my liver pack in even after being given an extra hour of sleep.

However, haven’t times changed (see what I did there?)? Instead I was sitting in Row B in the East Upper of Twickenham, watching Foley and the boys punish the hosts. I tell you what, missing last weekend at home was hard but being at Twickenham was well worth it! And this weekend? Well in the past I’d have been track side for Derby Day. Instead, a Category A upgrade for Australia’s famous win over Wales. Oh how good! Just imagine how much fun we could’ve had if Japan played Wales in the quarters. Think about that one…