The authors at WIRB are many things. On one hand we are extremely good looking men, with charm charisma and a wicked sense of timing (if you know what I mean ladies.... two is better than one.... that's all I'm saying). On the other hand we are extremely sad boys that giggle at big boobs, farts and emo kids (ladies have professed to two minutes in heaven being better than one minute in heaven..... that's all I'...

Welcome back WIRB pagans. We have been on spiritual journey of entitlement. Yes, our attempt at taking over the world is now well and truly under way. Like all good Russian spies, we have managed to stay out of the papers, laid low and worked on our vodka drinking abilities. We have spread our seed far and wide. To outsiders, this looked like the band breaking up, but solitude gives a man time to think - to...

Challenge accepted. Well done Wales. This has been the best response in years to the AB Haka since it became law to keep the teams apart by 10 metres. In the good old days of Buck Shelford and Norm Hewitt opponents would be eye-balled. Onion breath would be shared. Whispers of relations with mothers taunted. In short, there in no way to answer the Haka. Ignore it and you disrespect it. Face up to it and...

Procal Harum were a bit of a one hit wonder band who hit it big with this song A Whiter Shade of Pale during the summer of love in 1967. The haunting organ lead dominates the song and although the demeanour of it suggests that you should be suicidal, the lyrics are generally upbeat in a very acid-influenced kind of way. The song is vague enough for anyone to go about their own path to find one common theme - the...