I can’t really think of a punchy caption, or something slightly off-kilter and humourous.

My dog is displeased.

You get your colleagues to give you two.  Though, in all fairness, it was more of them subjecting me to their shenanigans.

Soak Hoon’s Bell & Ross timepiece feels lavish on my skin.  It’s like a sensation of true luxury washed over me.

And in his own way, Sek Yan’s “Fosil” is just as…pleasurable.

Taking a look at these two photos, I can humbly conclude that I’ve got very hairy arms.

I know I’m very late in joining the Galactica party, so I might as well take my time with it.  I just wrapped up the pilot, and I have to say that despite appearances, Adama packs of hell of  a punch.

He’s not the Commander for nothing, I suppose.

Also, I have to admit, I have seen the last 10 minutes of the series, and I’ve read up on everything…it seems to end on a bit of a cop-out.

I’m just going to take my time with this.

And he wants you to know that.

There’s not much of a point having an election to see who rules the footballing world if there’s only one name on the ballot, right?

It’s even more twisted than a Malaysian election.

But we should all congratulate the Sepp, should the Sepp not be happy with an absolute lack of competition to his place.

Sepp Blatter is the new (old) Samy Vellu.