Humble Pie
I'm eating it! Ian here's to you, my son! Good luck with the blog. I am nothing to you! In fact I feel like a piece of shit really. Your courage is beyond me!
It wasn't always humble more umble. Umbles are the innards, the guts of the deer...the rubbish bits that the poor folk got. And by all the stars, I'm pretty much pond-life compared to you...
It wasn't always humble more umble. Umbles are the innards, the guts of the deer...the rubbish bits that the poor folk got. And by all the stars, I'm pretty much pond-life compared to you...
posted by Gavin Corder at 9:02 PM
3 Comments:
Yes! Funnily enough I'm as interested in the tribal and cultural aspects than the nuances of the game. Strange that, but there you are. If you watch football and can't hear the crowd it just isn't the same...
You may have prompted a post on the subject soon...
Gav,
Lovely post mate.
don't know the in's and the out's of I an's life, but as you might be aware, my ex-partners young nephew was paralysed from the chest down last year.
The things he has had to go through, as I'm sure Ian has too, is no-ones business.
If Ian faces his situation with half the aplomb of young Craig, there really are no words to convey the admiration.
Even if he doesn't, it still makes my whinging about stuff truly pitiful.
K x
What a shame, K! Most of us bimble through life blithely unaware of how fortunate we are. Ian made me notice it. Poor Craig how old is he?
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