Hore set for hefty ban
26 Nov 2012
New Zealand hooker Andrew Hore has been cited for an off-the-ball incident which subsequently hospitalised Wales lock Bradley Davies.
Hore hit Davies off the ball during the initial stages of last Saturday’s Test in Cardiff. The incident was missed by matchday officials, but Hore has now been cited and looks likely to receive a lengthy suspension.
The time and date of the hearing, before the IRB’s appointed independent judicial officer, have yet to be fixed.
All Blacks coach Steve Hansen expects the hooker to be sidelined for some time. Hansen did not say as much, but has already called for a replacement ahead of the coming Test against England.
Dane Coles is expected to start at Twickenham.
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8 Dec 2012, 18:28 pm
Last one for today (the back of a biker’s T-shirt) – sorry to our lady bloggers – “If you can read this the b i t c h has fallen off”
BB out. Enjoy the rest of the weekend, all.
8 Dec 2012, 18:32 pm
@BrumbiesBoy-10651:
cheers and the same to you, BB.
8 Dec 2012, 18:42 pm
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be ***,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
8 Dec 2012, 18:44 pm
@i_love_u_bakkiesbotha-10653:
like meteors and be *** = like meteors and be g a y
silly censor
8 Dec 2012, 18:46 pm
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
8 Dec 2012, 18:59 pm
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
8 Dec 2012, 19:06 pm
IF…..
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
8 Dec 2012, 19:07 pm
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
8 Dec 2012, 19:19 pm
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.
8 Dec 2012, 19:20 pm
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
8 Dec 2012, 19:33 pm
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I’d tell my woman,
“Ah, what a marvelous radio!”
the next morning I’d take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I’d take the window
back to the glass man.
I don’t remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.
8 Dec 2012, 20:15 pm
pain is weakness leaving the body
8 Dec 2012, 20:15 pm
fear no fish
8 Dec 2012, 20:19 pm
?
8 Dec 2012, 20:48 pm
like when you see the best of the sun
as it hides beneath the horizon.
all good things come to an end.
the pet dog that u loved so very much
from since you were a child,
the day he just had to die.
yes good things have their limit
in which all things must reach,
the most beautiful flower must wither
and this is when you’ll find it most sweet.
at the end of every storm
there will be a beautifully rainbow.
the deepest wound must heal some day,
in order to have that hindsight today.
so its simple what i’m trying to portray.
the end of something good today
just might be something better,
at a postponed date.
8 Dec 2012, 20:55 pm
Bakkies ou maat,
You simply can’t get enough of the “Hore” !!!
Are you working during the festive season? I’ve been on the site for a few “reads” everyday but I just did not have the time to comment!!
At last the Blitzbokke are winning some games !!
8 Dec 2012, 21:20 pm
@CharlesM-10666:
greatings Charles,
hehehe no, no i don’t want to see it die.. not just yet.
as for working, technically no because i do have some time off, but actually yes because i have so much to do (some project deadlines and stuff in the new year).
i think few of us have the time to write let alone read online blogs at this time of year, yet here we are
very happy with blitzbokke’s performances today. the samoa and ozzie victories were good. africa makes a big difference to the team.
8 Dec 2012, 21:43 pm
Bakkies, I’ll try to be more active tomorrow to get us to 11000 !!
My batterye is bietjie pap
I’m trying to sort out the holidays – the wife is from PE originally. We’ll be going there next week and after that hopefullly a bit of Hermanus! Water is pi#s cold usually but hey after a couple of lemonades (ala Kobus Wiese) the water is better!!
At least there is usually some good candy around on the beach.
Hopefully we”ll talk again tomorrow!!
Cheers
8 Dec 2012, 21:44 pm
Let’s
8 Dec 2012, 21:45 pm
Get to
8 Dec 2012, 21:45 pm
11000 ASAP!!
8 Dec 2012, 21:46 pm
I’m trying!!
8 Dec 2012, 21:47 pm
I know I’ve been AWOL for a while
8 Dec 2012, 21:48 pm
Good evening all!!
8 Dec 2012, 21:49 pm
@CharlesM-10668:
hehehe
cheers Charles and have a good night
will chat tomorrow but enjoy the holiday in case we dont.
8 Dec 2012, 21:50 pm
It should be good night all!! (I’ll blame the Sauvignon blanc)
8 Dec 2012, 21:55 pm
At least Bakkies is still around!!
Bakkies you know what they say, “keep your friends close and your enemies (read in-laws) closer. If my wifes sees this I’m history !! (Lol) well, they are a huge family!!
8 Dec 2012, 21:56 pm
Going going gone. Only 322 posts to get to 11000 !!
8 Dec 2012, 22:14 pm
Okay Bakkies
8 Dec 2012, 22:14 pm
This is my ABF for the night
8 Dec 2012, 22:15 pm
Absolutely
8 Dec 2012, 22:15 pm
Blo ody
8 Dec 2012, 22:16 pm
FINAL !!
8 Dec 2012, 22:16 pm
OVER
8 Dec 2012, 22:16 pm
@CharlesM-10677:
holidays are supposed to be times of rest, relaxation and fun but they often end being stressful enough to warrant a ‘holiday’ just to recover from the official holiday.
8 Dec 2012, 22:17 pm
AND
8 Dec 2012, 22:18 pm
OUT ………… I hope this was not too quick for the moderator !! (“You are posting comments too quickly, please slow down”)
8 Dec 2012, 22:19 pm
Only 313 to go !!
Let’s hope Pops and Cane & co pick up the thread tomorrow morning !!
We’ll come in for the kill !!
8 Dec 2012, 22:20 pm
Or maybe not ……………… I have some early morning appointments
311 to go !!
8 Dec 2012, 22:31 pm
@CharlesM-10688:
that’s the spirit
8 Dec 2012, 22:35 pm
@i_love_u_bakkiesbotha-10653: Old Dylan showing feelings as his father lay dying.Brilliant
8 Dec 2012, 22:43 pm
Okay gents ABFF
8 Dec 2012, 22:44 pm
Absolutely blo«ody
8 Dec 2012, 22:45 pm
F’n final
8 Dec 2012, 22:45 pm
Good night!!!!!!!!!!
8 Dec 2012, 22:46 pm
304 to go – let’s hope our AnZac brothers don’t get there first !!!!
8 Dec 2012, 22:51 pm
@i_love_u_bakkiesbotha-10660: The Dry SALVAGES.”we had the experiences but missed the meaning”
T.S.E The greates craftsman of the English language sinc e Shakespeare.
Tha nks BAKKIES.Made my night.
8 Dec 2012, 22:53 pm
@i_love_u_bakkiesbotha-10659: And Percy Bysshe Shelley.So pleased
8 Dec 2012, 22:57 pm
@Jeraldjay-10657: Rudyard.Are we doing poetry tonight?
8 Dec 2012, 23:00 pm
@i_love_u_bakkiesbotha-10656: The road not taken. Robert Frost
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