It’s been a long time between posts, but this one is definately worth it. One hill. One wheel of cheese. A lot of reckless English folk and much hilarity.

It is not love lost here at BHN, really it’s not. I thought I’d bring it all back with a book review of Wetlands, topically. Not saturated soil, but certainly a moist area in the undergrowth. I read a profile on this cute German TV presenter Charlotte Roche, and her racy new book Wetlands a couple of months ago. It wasn’t out in Australia at the time, so I ordered it in at the local bookshop. When it came in, the bookshop lady called me to let me know that she had started reading my copy, so I’d better get down quick to pick it up. I am only 4 chapters in, but what I will say is I do feel slightly uncomfortable reading this book on the bus in the morning, and not because it is fluorescent pink with an avocado on the front. It is quite refreshingly grubby so far, but also intriguingly explicit, and even though my initial thoughts are skeptical about the age of the 18 year old protagonist, Helen, and her unabashed interest in her slippery lady fingers, I am doing a early-read book review, and will follow it up with my thoughts at the end. There aren’t enough reviews published mid-stream, but there are surely plenty of books that warrant discussion before climax – this is one.

I just came across Slamball. It’s novelty sport/sheer madness that combines the most highlight-reel-worthy moments of basketball, american football and ice hockey into one package. Boiled down, the game is like basketball with trampolines and violence. Watching a whole game it becomes apparent that there’s no subtlety or nuance to the game whatsoever, it’s pretty much just a whole lot of dunking, but it does make it it pretty fun to watch.