Local amusements

Like many of you, we receive a weekly local paper. It's not normally a source of much other than strictly local news, but it undoubtedly more than earns its keep as a wrapper for the ads. I was astonished to find that it does occasionally print amusing stories, like this one by Neil Crone:

Halfway through this spectacle I caught myself smiling. It was not a lecherous or puerile smile. It was more the kind of smile you find yourself wearing when you get a chance to watch your favourite hockey star up close, or when you get your first real glimpse of a mountain or an ocean. I suppose it's awe.

Although, in this case I will admit there may have been a trace of envy in there too. Boil any man down to his essence and I'm afraid we're all just like that bad boy in the field. Deep inside every guy, regardless of education, manners or culture, there's a bovine straining at the halter. Yes, it's a short life, and all too soon, you wind up on a styrofoam plate in Zehrs, but while you're here man, you're living out loud.

It's just eat, drink, fight and please the ladies 24/7. Come to think of it, I guess it's like being Russell Crowe.

Never let it be said that the local newspaper is full of bull. Except in this case, of course. Neil Crone also maintains a new-ish blog.

Hat tip to Elizabeth for pointing out the article to me.