In recognition of the support that I have received from you for my previous post, I thought I would alienate you all (aMToNW) by writing about sport (goodbye girls), rugby (goodbye non-Brits) and something that caught my attention on the Sky Sports (goodbye everyone else … apart from the twat Rupert, that is).
This week marked the official retirement from rugby union of the suave and sophisticated shrinking violet, Graham Rowntree. Over the last seventeen seasons he has been one of the best players in the world, not in the top flight, but quite close, and has had more than a little success.
However, it his appearance rather than his accomplishments that epitomise the wonderful game that is
What do you think girls? A rival for Brad Pitt? Or Dennis Franz? Pamela, does this get your juices flowing? Martha, isn’t he cute?
They did a very nice tribute to him on Rugby Club on Sky Sports this week. I shall miss him, he has gone on to be a coach at Leicester, alongside his former playing partner Richard Cockerill, who could always be relied on to give away three penalties every game. Usually in the first 10 minutes.
But, as everything in the world is balanced, there came a disappointment. I do not watch much news on TV. I manage to keep informed by reading the BBC website, finding out who is dead from the Torygraph online, apart from, of course, my regular conversations with