One of the wonderful things about being home from Iraq is the ability to get good food. Regardless of what you think the food tastes like, the food is of the lowest quality possible, I call it sub-institutional level. The contractor gets paid a lot per head per meal, but they get the lowest cost […]
This post has nothing to do with food other than maybe the obligatory brews after a game. This is from rugby’s glory days (in my opinion, this is when I was playing in South Africa), one of the best trys ever made in a New Zealand v Barbarians game in 1973.