Do you remember playing bullrush? Gary Dooley's take on the game, inspired by a new book on the subject by David Slack, will bring back some fond memories ... "I feared bullrush, but played for the very real fear of missing out. I was always in the bottom three shortest boys. And I got stuck in the middle to start the game. For five rounds everyone got passed. Then I took down no one in bullrush. Number six goose-stepped her pass like the ghost of the not dead, and very much in his prime David Campese. Bullrush was the call. They ran. I closed my eyes and just ran at them. I hit the second biggest kid with all my power. [I only remember him being second because he was huge.] Anyway, I ricocheted off him, went flying into the air at a dangerous trajectory, straight over little Nigel, and into the side of the head of Optimus Prime. Down he went. I took down the giant. I was king. I was a bullrush god. I was also the guy stuck in the middle two rounds later after the bell had rung. Olympus had fallen. I was nothing again."
Working girls glow in the dark
Prostitutes touting for business on roadsides in Italy must wear high-vis vests so that they can be spotted by passing motorists. Sex workers who refuse to wear the luminous vests risk being fined up to 500 ($840). The order has been decreed by authorities in Spino d'Adda, a town just south of Milan. "Sex workers should be treated the same as road workers and obliged to wear clothes that render them more visible," said deputy mayor Luciano Sinigaglia. (Source: Telegraph.co.uk)
