Ohhhh this week has been bleak (rhyming is fun). We need to build a friggin emergency ward for our fantasy teams. Perhaps it’s Kiki’s Injury Prone aura that’s rubbing off on the boys?  Whatever it is, (a) WE DON’T LIKE IT and (b) it’s really messing up the Errol office.

The scene in our breakroom right now is like a page from a WWI history book, and all the infirm footy players lolling around and whinging for iceblocks and magazines really gets in a girl’s way when she’s trying to make an afternoon Irish Coffee.

THE WILDCATS

Despite still reeling from Hot Bitch Cooper’s hammy injury, the Wildcats managed an impressive total of 940 points to 842.  Score!

This week was the first week of the head-to-head matches on the Tele’s Fantasy League competition, which means that the Wilcats were put up against ‘Beers at the Cloey’ … just like a real match!  And OUR BABIES WON.

The coach of the Beers, Vitlin, tried to convince us this was some kind of anomaly, and our win was just due to three of his players being stood-down for the match, severely weakening his squad. This, clearly, is bullshit.

In fact, this week we are still without injured fullback Flossy Nightingale and injured winger Manu Vatuvei, and this week we also had no Jamal Idris, who was stood down after getting his punch on breaking up a fight in Wentworthville. Sigh.

It’s just bloody lucky we were able get into the kitchen, redistribute the food, shove in some extra chairs, put Brett Morris on the wing and Krisnan Inu in the centres and get that shit together. (Yes, that was a Clueless reference. Don’t pretend you don’t know it.)

But the bad luck didn’t stop there. Our stand-in fullback, Preston Cambpell, had to be helped off-field during the Titans’ match against the Storm and will be out for another week. And our brave little soldier in the second row, Benny ‘Broken Head’ Creagh, played most of his game with a broken nose.

All in all, with a special effort from Wendell Sailor (thanks Big Dell!), it was a brave triumph for our likeable little Wildcats.

Next week, they take on the Grand Mal Meningas, coached by Anton.  With the return of Prince Scotty the Caramel and Jamal Idris, we’re expecting a blinder. GAME ON, ANTONIO.

THE HOTTIES

So things are pretty tough for the Wildcats, but those bitches have nothing on the Hotties.

Their whole season started badly when our winger Dave Williams was ruled out with an injured shoulder, and has only veered violently downhill since with the loss of Cap’n Hotbitch, halfback Prince Scotty the Caramel, Steve Price (with a throat injury. Really, Steve? REALLY?), and Justin Poore.

Then, oh, about two seconds and nine Fantasy Points into the Raiders game, Sexmachine Trevor Thurling got broken.

[I don't know if it's just me, or if maybe it's just the fact that I woke up at 4.30 am today (TO MEET HUGH JACKMAN) but it's starting to seem like the universe is trying to punish the Hotties for being pretty.

LEAVE OUR BOYS ALONE YOU BITCH. IT'S NOT THEIR FAULT THEY HAVE GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS FACES. - Sassy]

But in the face of overwhelming adversity, throat injuries, inconvenient facial appointments, and the wrath of a cruel and violent universe, the Hotties managed to secure a draw: 764 points all with the Brett Dallas Cowboys, coached by Quigley.

John Williams took over as Cap’n Hot, and with the help of an awesome game from lil Luke Capewell, they thrusted their way to a pretty decent result.

[I should also point out that 1 x Tiny Dancer (aka Jamie Soward) somehow seems to be in this team at five-eighth. Because Lozzy thinks he's a hot bitch. I can't begin to imagine why.  - Sassy]

[I have absolutely no idea how that happened - Lozzy]

Next week, the kiddies take on the E Street Shuffles who have been leading the comp to this point … assuming no more of our players break bones/contract Typhoid/get hit by buses during the week, I think our babies have a chance.

JADEWATCH

Just a brief Jadewatch this week, because we don’t want to make you any more depressed than you already are:

Unfortunately the tiny dancers did not go as well as last week I will need new boys as currently 5 players are out, either injured or in trouble with the law. Grrreeeaaaat.

That really says it all.  Grrreeaaaat.

Our good friend (and dedicated Errol fan) Tooves is doing something kind of amazing. He is travelling with a group of about 50 people to play cricket at the foot of Mount Everest. Yep, really.

Heres the low down -

* They are looking to break a world record for the highest game of sport ever played. FIFA won’t allow games to be played at over 2500m. The game will be at GorakShep, which is 5165m.

* They will be playing a game of 20/20 cricket, with official umpires and Guiness will ratify the record. They will be followed by a documentary crew and also a journalist from The Daily Telegraph (UK). The goal for this trek is to raise £250,000 ($550,000 AUD) split between The Lords Taverners and The Himalayan Trust UK.

* The Himalyan Trust (UK) is the charity Sir Edmund Hillary setup to assist the Sherpa way of life, giving them education and hospitals etc. On the way up, they’ll be stopping at Khumjung School (3800 metres high – setup by The Himalayan Trust) to teach the kids cricket and also stopping off on the way back to donate all our cricket kit used in the match.

Tooves has already paid his own way (Flights, Cricket Kit, Accomm and Sherpa’s Fee’s etc) to the tune of about £3,500, but he also has a personal goal of £1500 to raise or else he won’t be able to go on the trip! So we need to help him along a bit okay kiddies?

Heres all the links you need!

Official Site: http://www.theeveresttest.com
Official Blog: http://www.atestabovetherest.com/
Lords Taverners: http://www.lordstaverners.org/
The Himalayan Trust: http://www.himalayantrust.co.uk/
Tooves’ Blog: http://tooveseverest.blogspot.com

And the most important bit – DING DING DING – Tooves’ donation page.

You can see he’s almost at £1000 so he is close close close. If you possibly can, do your thing darlings! Every little bit helps.

[Apologies to those of you who tried to donate and got sent to a picture of a lady's pretty hair. It's fixed now. We are such battlers. SORRY TOOVES]

You’ve probably been wondering about this all week, right? Thinking, my god, what’s happened in the Errol Experiment? I must know!

Well, no matter how much you’ve thought about it, you are probably nowhere near as nerdy as I am.  I have become honest-to-god obsessed.  In my defence: this fantasy league business is ridiculously complicated and time-consuming and involved and I’M JUST REALLY COMMITTED TO BEING A SUPERCOACH, OK? 

In fantasy league I’m a forward …nyeh!

On Saturday I found myself watching the football and when one of our players yoinked an opposition ball from the air I actually yelled INTERCEPT! Intercepts are extra points in fantasy league!  I was so excited I almost fell off my chair. Clearly I have very little in my life and you can feel free to pity me. 

ANYWAY. Let’s get down to bizniss.

THE WILDCATS

I had a revelation during the week – by which I mean someone reminded me – that there is a totally awesome movie from the eighties where my idol Goldie Hawn becomes the coach of a high school football team despite knowing nothing about football. High-jinks and redemption ensue.  And it’s called WILDCATS.  

So if you’re wondering what I get up to during the week when we’re coaching our team of Wildcats … it pretty much looks like this:

I wear a little whistle and grey marle and  teach them dance routines and they call me Coach Sassy.  It’s awesome. Robbie Farah is quite the dancer, if you’re wondering. He’s got a great shimmy.

Meanwhile I did crack the shits at one point this week after the Roosters’ round one loss to the Raiders. I had a mini-tanty and instead of just eating or drinking my feelings like I usually do, I took it out on the boys by booting Craig Fitzgibbon from the team and replacing him with Nathan Hindmarsh.  (Sorry Fitzy. You know I don’t mean it when I get angry, baby).  

And with Cap’n Hindmarsh having an amaaazing game the Wildcats made it to 856 points.

THE HOTTIE MCHOTHOTS

First of all, as far as I know there is no movie called ‘The Hottie McHothots’ and that is a massive shame. There should be.

This week our team of Hottie McHots brushed their hair 100 times and really lifted their games. Captain Matt Cooper obviously gave some excellent motivation because Steve Price scored 91 points on his HMH debut, and John-John Williams and Joel Moon had crackers too.

Altogether the Hottie McHothots made it to an incredible 773 points. 

They’re still coming last in the league, but maybe that’s because they have low self-esteem because people keep implying they’re halfwits.  Hmmmm? I BELIEVE IN YOU BOYS.

THEORIES SO FAR?

Likeability still has it all over attractiveness. As a shallow person, let’s just say this experiment is not panning out the way I’d hoped/expected.

So this week, after my very mediocre efforts last week, I announced I was giving up consciously trying to get my footy tips right.  Instead I was letting a domesticated monkey pick all my tips from now on.

And thanks to Coco and her shit tips, I only got four right this week.  Four! Out of eight! Apparently she is far more interested in sniffing out bananas and throwing her own faeces than helping a sister out.

Next week: I’m picking my tips from a sack. I will report back.

This round Suchy and Baz have fallen off the pace a little and we have an ALL QUEENSLAND TOP FOUR:

1. Queen B

2. Michael H (Round 2 Winner)

3. Guest-blogging superstar Bec

4. Spinner Howland

All sitting on 12 points … ALL DIRTY QUEENSLANDERS. I blame Coco.

So after round one, we finally have the Oh Errol ladder updated on footytips.com.au. This makes me incredibly happy because I LOVE COMPETITION.  Just one of my many (often unattractive) personality traits.

At present Kiki, Lozzy, Marlo and I are sitting right in the middle of the pack. Mmmm …. medicority. But if you look up the top of the ladder you’ll see:

1. The gorgeous Queen B

2. Spinner Howland, of Jacksonville Axemen fame

3. Suchy, of Fire Up songwriting fame

4. Bec, of lesbian fame

5. The awesome Baz.

All these kids are sitting on 7 tips out of 8, so it’s shaping up to be a close competition. Although somehow Baz has a margin of 24 showing … how did this happen?  I wish I could remember which game we had to enter a margin for, but my guess is this has something to do with the Roosters and Rabbitohs.  Excuse me while I shudder at the memory.

Congratulations B!  Watch your back next week. *creepy smile*

ONLY A FEW DAYS TO GO!  MAKE SURE YOU PUT YOUR TIPS IN BABIES!

Not long now till footy season starts again! We’ve been pretty much counting down since last year’s Grand Final, and to celebrate our excitement we’ve started a tipping comp at footytips.com.au. It’s super easy to join too – if you’re not already signed up to footytips, do that first, then login and go to ‘Join a Comp’. We’re named Oh Errol and the password is mattcooper, because mattcooperinourpantseveryday was too many characters.

What’s in it for me? The thrill of competition! Really, that’s it? Alright…you also get A DATE WITH US. Ummm… SHUT UP, IT’S AN AWESOME PRIZE. A night out with your favourite bloggers to celebrate/drown your sorrows at the end of the season.

So toddle off and get yourselves joined up before the season starts, ok? And tell your friends. Especially the cute ones – gender is not an issue.

Well it’s been a week since we set foot back on Aussie soil, and we’re almost over our jetlag/hangovers/really hot throat infections that we all got from each other.  Speaking of, Lozzy swears any illness suffered was from lack of Vegemite and not excessive consumptions of booze and food. WE NEED OUR VITAMIN B.

So here you get Part 1 of our trip, which we’ve narrowed down to include the things we think Errol readers will most appreciate – tales of us being inappropriate, inept, drunk and really really lolz. In dot points, coz that’s how we roll.

* We decided the best way to cure horrendous jetlag (Sassy was extra tired from lol’ing at Carl Barron on the plane. We mean his standup, not like he was ON the plane. Which would’ve been fucking amazing just btw) in LA was to take massive naps, then follow them up by eating mexican, drinking giant margaritas and getting hideously drunk.

Note: approximately one quarter of actual size.

Seriously guys, Americans make THE STRONGEST DRINKS IN THE WORLD. There is clearly no Responsible Service of Alcohol over there. Obviously, unlike Australians, Yanks can be trusted to have a few drinks then go home and … do whatever it is Americans do. Probably watch The Closer (seriously, they are unnaturally obsessed with that show).

If drinks that strong were served at home we would deadset not be a functioning country.  Not to mention that if you could buy booze 24 hours a day from pharmacies and service stations the way you can in the States we would never ever have a reason to stop drinking and go to bed.

Obviously these lethal drinks are directly to blame for us ending up in a fraternity hot tub later that evening. We wish we were joking.

To Sigma Chi (UCLA chapter) - thanks heaps for the hospitality, and living up to our expectations by having red plastic cups and beer pong. IT’S JUST LIKE THE MOVIES! We also hope the fraternity brother who found the two pairs of  abandoned tights  we left behind enjoys them. They may come in handy for their next hazing ritual.

* LA is all over the bootleg Obama merch – we bought t shirts for various lucky bitches back home and even found OBAMA WATER. Sassy scored the last travel mug available in the entire state of California … apparently those babies are massive sellers, and we’re not surprised.  It’s awesome AND practical.

Yes we can…buy illegal merchandise.

* For some unknown reason, we were an absolute hit with the people of Santa Monica. Especially with black men. Can we say that? ‘Black men’? Well we are! And they loved our work.

Highlights include 2 guys hanging outside a shoe store, hearing our accents then asking if we really have kangaroos in Australia. He then turned to his companion and said ‘YOU SEEN THOSE MOTHERFUCKAS?’ complete with a full kangaroo impression. Including hopping and his hands held up like little paws. AMAZING.

Also the man who yelled at Sassy from across the street DAAAAAMN…WHAT U DOIN WITH THAT BODY MAMI?

* We got to hang out with one of Errol’s biggest fans, the charming Von, who we took on a romantical bike riding group date along Venice Beach. He is quite the Southern gentleman and helped us remember how to ride. He even got behind Kiki and pushed her along until she figured out how to use the pedals.

Aussie men would never do something so chivalrous. Instead they would’ve just pissed themselves laughing at us, and maybe taken photos of us falling off and injuring ourselves horribly.  By the way, that expression ‘like riding a bike’, is such a lie.  Riding bikes is HARD. We had sore lady parts for days afterwards.

To Von – thanks for not being completely horrified when Kiki licked your face over dinner. Also for being generally adorable and letting us grope your sweet sweet muscles. We’ll return the favour when you come to Australia. Maybe without the face licking. We know it makes you uncomfortable.  In our defence, living with two other people, 24 hours a day, kind of erodes your personal boundaries, and we didn’t have many of those before we left Australia.

Our bike date led us to a truly amazing bar on the Santa Monica Boardwalk called Big Dean’s that has literally not changed since the 70′s, except that now it’s the local of Luis from Passions. Seriously, he was there.

Oh,  sorry…. did you say you’re not familiar with the soap opera Passions? LIAR.  Everyone loves Passions.Big Dean’s is famous for serving ‘the first beer of the day’ in Santa Monica, which is how we knew it was our kind of place.  We hit it off with a strange man named Huck and Eddie the Hot Bartender – we would tell you all about how we decided they should be in a new strand of Law & Order called Cat Detectives, but you kind of had to be there.

We then all walked (except for Sassy who RODE Huck’s pink bicycle really really fast. It was terrifying. If it were Kiki doing it there would’ve been broken limbs galore) to the classy establishment Bubba Gump Shrimp Co (JUST LIKE IN THE MOVIES!). There, of course, we made a spectacle of ourselves by getting drunk and dancing in the aisles to The Veronicas while everyone else there was just eating dinner.



Eating ten thousand calories a day gives you loads of energy for bike-riding. Thanks, American food!



Thanks to the Bubba Gump bar guy who told us since we were Australian we should forget the entire cocktail menu and just get Blue Hawaiians … “they’re the strongest drink on the menu”.  Clearly he has encountered Australians before. Our heads the next morning were not so grateful.

NO THANKS to Huck for riding off into the night with Sassy’s sunglasses after realising none of us were going to shag him. They were Really Good Glasses.

NO THANKS to Kiki’s brother.  When she rocked up at the hotel door and rang him to let her into the house he was very unhelpful, and very meanly pointed out: ‘you’re in America, you drunken fool’.

* You’re probably wondering why we spent all our time in Venice Beach and Santa Monica, when there’s you know … the whole rest of the giant Los Angeles metropolis to explore. The truth is, Venice is pretty much our spiritual home.  We like to pretend it’s still the seventies, and Jay Adams might appear unexpectedly over the crest of the hill and board down to the beach.

We also love that it’s a little pocket of America that’s completely free of khaki shorts, Juicy Couture tracksuits and Republicans.  Instead, you get awesomeness like this:



Sup? Nothin …. just playin my flute shirtless in the street.

Thanks to the lovely local who stopped us in our tracks to tell us “the sun … it shines for YOU, girl.”  THAT’S HOW NICE PEOPLE ARE IN DOGTOWN. Granted most of them are homeless and possibly mentally ill but whatevs. They make pretty crafts and dance to the music in the head. Happy crazies!

* Fear not though, explorers that we are, we jumped in our white Corolla (according to Thrifty Rental it’s “sporty”), put Sassy behind the wheel and some 1990s Coolio on the stereo, and hopped on the freeway to Hollywood.  It looked a lot like this:

We sang the Melrose Place song as we drove past Melrose Place, we bought vitally important things like vintage tutus, white denim shorts, and esoteric books and tarot cards from The Bodhi Tree bookstore …  Sassy even managed to throw a fit of cultural arrogance and earn a $45 parking ticket by parking on the wrong side of the road.

Thanks to the Los Angeleno who saw us arguing about the parking ticket (I TOLD YOU NOT TO PARK THERE! … BUT YOU CAN DO IT IN AUSTRALIA!) and just cracked up.  It was very Australian of you. Of course, we replied with the sentence we used every time people were confused/offended/disturbed by us: “It’s OK, we’re Australian”.

* Because we are awesome cultural investigators and anthropologists, we learned some valuable lessons about the United States and American culture that we would like to share with you.

1. Always keep wads of 1 dollar bills on you. You have to tip pretty much everyone. Yelling YOU SHOULD GET BARACK TO INCREASE MINIMUM WAGE or I’M AUSTRALIAN WE DON’T TIP THERE doesn’t go down very well. We decided everyone who needs to be tipped should wear a big brightly coloured badge saying ‘Please tip me’.

2. Never, ever, try to imitate Barack Obama giving a speech while speaking to a black person.  It will end up sounding like Robert Downey, Jr. in Tropic Thunder. That is not a good thing.

3. Do not watch American television. You will become addicted to Law and Order and CSI because one – if not both – of them is screening literally 24 hours a day. You will also develop this really overwhelming feeling that in order for your life to be complete, you need to buy the P90X Extreme Home Fitness System.

4.  Yanks, for some reason, don’t lick salt off their hands with Tequila shots. When they see you sitting at the bar licking the back of your own hand, they will think you are insane. True story.

Look out for Part Two of our United States of Errol adventures coming soon, kiddies.  And yes, by ‘coming soon’, we mean ‘eventually’.  But IT WILL be WORTH IT.  It’s the Rock Boat edition, so you know it will be good. Love and kisses from us.

HAVE YOU MISSED US?

We are sooooooo terribly sorry kittens, we know we promised you at least a few updates as Lozzy, Sassy and Kiki travel through the United States, but we have been busy like little bees, and all of a sudden three weeks have passed without one post from us. It’s pretty much a travesty. Believe me, we feel just awful.

It’s also possible that by ‘busy like bees’, I mean that we were variously drunk, hungover, and unable to figure out where we left the laptop charger / how to work the hotel internet / whether we can scab people’s free wifi in the States without a mob of scary Yank cops busting in on us.

However! We have been seeing America Hunter S. Thompson style and have some amazing tales to tell. Not to mention all the gorgeous photos we’ve snapped along the way. We are tres artsy sometimes.

We are now on the last leg of our trip, living it up at The Palms in Las Vegas. Yeah, a 5 star hotel on the strip…WHAT WHAAAAAAT. We be superstaaaaaahs!

Bret Michaels is playing downstairs tonight and the array of whorebag outfits is truly fucking awesome. Seriously, its like 1989 threw up. It’s amazing.

Tomorrow is the Super Bowl. Yeah, who cares right? But we are going to find a bar playing it specifically so we can get drunk and yell things like ONLY PUSSIES WEAR HELMETS and TRY PLAYING FOR 40 MINUTES STRAIGHT YOU FAT FUCKS. Offending Americans is probably our favourite thing to do in the whole wide world. That and lie in bed together eating pie and talking about Hanson.

SO we will be home in about a week and chock full of lolz for you. They will be delivered in instalments. Like an advent calendar but far less holy. It should be just what you need to count you down to the start of footy season.  Wheee!  See you soon, bitches.

TIS THE SEASON. Yeah soz, not the footy season unfortunately – just Christmas. And here at Errol HQ we’re celebrating by holding mistletoe above our vag’s, making Lachie wear a red nose and/or antlers, and making jokes about wanting Hot Bitch Coops to fill our stockings.

Anyway, announcement time. Oh Errol’s going on a little summer holiday for the rest of the year. YOU MAY MURMUR ALL YOU LIKE. We know this is upsetting, but we need our rest after the worst NRL season evs…and because (might as well rub salt in the wound) we’re jetting off to the US in January. For a whole month. And we’re taking the interns with us.

THIS IS THE WORST CHRISTMAS EVER, YOU BITCHES. YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES! Never fear babies. While in the land of 75 cent happy hours (we shit you not. Charlie’s Las Vegas is clearly our second home) we’ll be blogging our trip! HOW DEDICATED ARE WE? You are so lucky to have us.

And yes, we do blog and travel together. WHAT’S YOUR POINT? It’s totally healthy and adorable.

So for the next few weeks you’ll just have to make do with past Errol lolz. You might even find we’re better the second time round, like leftover pizza.

Here’s some posts from the Errol Classics collection to get you started:

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year – Hot Man Christmas

ZIP IT! Cooper Gets Testy – Sharks vs Storm

Morals, Speedos & Celibacy

Kiki Does Serious Times

We Be Famous – Errol In The Herald

Sassy & Kiki on the Wireless

We Gots Tha Fever – Olympics 2008

An Audience With the Beav

A Samoan in Paris

Sassy’s Queer Studies – The High School Musical 2 Module

Oh Errol will be back in mid January. Until then, play safe and don’t do anything we wouldn’t do. Or do it and then ask the baby jebus for forgiveness.

Once a week at Oh Errol we gather together around the pool, John-John relaxed on his favourite lilo and Lachie in his poolside cubby house (Intern Danny Wicks hasn’t been here long enough to develop a routine, but I suspect it will involve an Esky), and get stuck into the technical side of Errol.

Speaking of our poolside activities, we’re thinking of hiring a pool boy/lifeguard for summer. We’d ask John-John but lord knows he wouldn’t want to interrupt good tanning time, Lachie is still only in Nippers and Danny Wicks is…Danny Wicks. Ideas? I wish I knew who this guy was – he looks like he’d be right into it:

pic: flickr

Anyway, this technical meeting consists entirely of us lol’ing at a list of search engine terms that lead people here. And because we’re givers, we’re going to steal from James at This Is Modern (who unsurprisingly stole from somewhere else in the first place) and share some of our search terms. Ours are way funnier, just by the way.

We’ve already mentioned the alarming amount of searches we get for Kayne Lawton, and they continue to increase by the day, but we attract all kinds.

Just this week we’ve had the following:

• depardieu at his fattest
• rrrrawr - I don’t know what kind of person types this in, but I’m pleased that we came up for it.
• shirtless+ginger+boy
• hot man - bitch isn’t fussy. NEED HOT MAN. ANY HOT MAN.
• john’s revenge real? and the even more hilar john’s revenge haha – a fan of Kiki’s interview with John-John? Were they expecting to find a Media Watch expose, Intern John-John: Fact or Fiction?
• beaver menzies nose – IT’S NOT BIG IT’S JUST PROMINENT
• billy slater went to pony club
• fattest ever sportsmen
• shorty is homo
• queenslander chant – you’d think it was pretty straightforward, no?
• “pure blonde” for women? – nope, just for douchebags
• briefs pubes
• vagina rabs
• drunken girl at horse races – I suppose they meant EVERY girl at horse races?
• fattest man 2008 – were they looking for us or do we have a rival fattest man comp? I NEED TO KNOW.
• epic love story troy and gabriella - well Kenny Ortega is pretty much a modern Shakespeare, it’s true.
• fattest eyeballs
• mark gasnier buttocks – so polite! Were they on a library computer?
• images to lighten the mood – I haven’t checked, but I’m sure this lead to John-John’s Get Well pic.

However it’s come to our attention that not everyone is arriving here with pure intentions. Some people out there are visiting Errol via their dirty, dirty perversions. Aside from this week’s ‘lady who whipping’ and ‘shit eating during sex’, for the past couple of months we’ve been getting a disturbing amount of searches for ‘eels in woman’s ass’. GAH.

Last week they stepped it up a notch, clearly becoming desensitised and chasing the dragon, and tried ‘eels SHOOTING out of woman’s ass’. And thanks to Kiki’s dragons + eels + ass = awesome post, we’re FIRST IN LINE. What an achievement.

Stay tuned for an update on the Irish!