Well I watched the rugby this evening. England winning something is always good to see, but I still have no bloody idea what is going on. The game of rugby is totally opaque to me. Lots of big blokes running into each other and a substitution every 2 minutes is about as much as I could understand.
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It didn’t look much like rugby to me – they weren’t very muddy were they? It wasn’t very important in Bradford anyway; wrong code apparently.
To fully understand the noble game of rugby, I think you need several pints of Best Bitter inside you(if you’re British, for the Irish Guiness will do it, and everyone else will be on the lager). Then it all becomes clear as day.
That’s your answer to everything isn’t it?
While it might be true, its a bit of a cop-out: even Boris Johnson makes sense if you drink enough. Not that I have ever drunk *that* much.
Sod the win. Son rang me later that evening to tell me I had became a granddad as the final whistle blew. I found it more than a little doubly amusing as the father of my now proud daughter-in-law (and mum!) played rugby for Wales. :-))
>That’s your answer to everything isn’t it?
And?
>Sod the win.
Congratulations, Gordon. How long before the nipper stands for the Lib Dems?
Oh well – congratulations!
I became a granddad (or a step-granddad-in-law or something) for over a month now and I think I will finally see the sprog at the weekend.
I’m hoping to see my granddaughter this weekend but things are a little bit busy here in the office as you can imagine at the moment…..:-))
Big smiley face?
Are you pleased to see Mr Ming go then?
Sorry Skuds you know I can’t make any comment in any way shape or form on the leadership but the big cheesy grin is semi permanent at the moment ‘cos I’m a granddad. :-)))))))))))))