Brian Rogers Rogers Rabbits www.sunlive.co.nz

It seems a lot of people have had their lives upended by Rick Torscale and travel plans disrupted by Ash Cloud. Man, are those two trouble.

I've known some troublemakers in my time, including another Ashley, who also gave me some grief while travelling.

In fact, the whole rugby team's travel plans were disrupted by Ash Wahlberg, a guy on the bus who decided it was a clever idea to squeeze an orange quarter in the eyeballs of his team mates.
This was a bit pointless for several reasons: Firstly, we had enough to cope with, facing a grudge match against the thugs in Katikati, without having half the team blinded by Ash's citrus eyewash.
Secondly, the oranges were meant to be for half time.

Funny how we remember people. That's my most enduring memory of Ash. Who knows where he ended up? Perhaps that was the defining moment of his life and he's done nothing more spectacular ever since.
Or maybe he's a leading researcher for Optrex or moved onto to greater squeezing milestones and is now a fruit juice magnate somewhere, like Marc Ellis.
But I bet Marc didn't start his career in the juice industry by attacking his fellow team mates. He might have chased a few cheeses downhill and had a pre-occupation of dropping his daks and running free, but I reckon he never stooped to assault with a fruit.

The other reason Ash Wall was remarkable, is that he had the coolest nickname. He was known as Ashley Ready-Pasted Wahl Paper.
This story will only mean something to people who have been around long enough to remember ready-pasted wall paper. The rest of you, go back to the playstation.
By the way, Katikati thumped us. Can't tell you the exact score, most of us were still squinting through watering eyes and couldn't read the scoreboard.
So back to Ash Cloud. He's been spewing forth and really messing up flight plans around the world.

Combined with the torrid time Christchurch is having, plus the floods, landslides and general random weather mayhem, it's a reminder that Nature is still fully in charge here.
We can make all the civilised plans we like; in the end, Nature will have her way and the best we can do is go with the flow.

Here at RR headquarters we've been wracking our feeble brains for something to further help the good folk of Canterbury, who must be thoroughly tired of having their lives shuffled.
Any brilliant ideas, give us a shout.

Perfect for a rock star?
For the (cave) man who has everything, here's the perfect gift: A replica Flintstone car. Now for sale on a web auction site. It was built by a wag from Pauanui, Golden Jeff, as a preschool fundraiser.
'Push power all the way until we found a decent hill.”
It became an instant hit while parked outside the local gas station. A huge number of people stopped to load the family in for a photo.

Parting thought…
This week's headline that did not surprise us:
‘Jackass star dies in fiery crash'