I bless the rains down in Africa...

In the days leading up the canonisation of a wonderful Aussie, Mother Mary MacKillop (see right**) - some religious Aussie, no need to worry 'bout her - it seems the season of peace has not been extended to the vast majority of ladies and ladettes in PowerSoccerLand, with the fields and beaches being overrun not by pretty little girls, but by hoards of angry, fat, McDonalds-eating, baseball-watching, middle-aged, bald, illiterate Americanos. It is these people, if they deserve such a mundane or humane title, that are burning the fruits and hard yakka of PowerSoccereans such as your good selves. Spreading far and wide, Africa, currently undergoing the rain season, has become a nest for poachers, killing natives and taking them back to the native American homeland.

Recent developments in PowerSoccerLand have seen two of our most valuable members, me and yours truly, attempted to be poached by a unnamed clan (see relevant tag below) headed by an unnamed captain (again, see relevant tag below). This malicious entourage, however, easily succumbed to the trademark Marx Brotherian wit, resulting in a "i'm gonna have to close dis tab now" message (in fluent American) appearing in my chat. It is with deepest regrets that I declined the wonderful offer, even providing the rejected requestee with a perenial two fingered, PowerSoccerean salute to walk away with. With the poaching season almost over in Africa, and my recent discovery of the wonders of Asia#1, I hope that these marauding clans that hold malicious intentions towards our harmless clan seek and find new grounds for good breeding.

NEXT TIME ON MBTV: af9's visit to good ol' San Fran; sipwell's move into designer clothes; jimmykilcoo's first ever cup win and dain's nth cross-dressing attempt.

**Editing disclaimer: once again, it seems my sense of direction has gone AWOL. right=left in Aussieland.