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The Paris Trip is Nigh

Posted by wilbach on February 21, 2007 6:01 PM | 

Author wearing The Lucky Sling (in Stade de France 2005) that hints at his chosen team. Mr Pips behind also giving a slight clue as to their nationality...I am getting very excited about The Paris Trip.

Not necessarily The Game, you understand (I rather fear we shall take a bit of a botty-bashing, if the truth be told), but for just the excitement of:

a) Travelling there. Anyone who has dared travel with me know that minor disasters seem to follow me like a dog with the sniff of one's crotch in mind. So, journeys with Mr Magoo are always 'interesting'...
b) Staying in a hotel: for some reason I just like the whole Hotel lark. As long as there is an en-suite toilet. I have suppressed far too many memories of early-morning, half-pissed, bladder-bursting, be-panted scamperings to even contemplate corridor wandering. That, I’m afraid, my potential room-mates, is what the Good Lord in His Wisdom made sinks for…
c) The food & drink: they do that sort of thing very well in Johnny Frog Land, y’know. Very well, indeed.
d) The company: though after the sink observation above, I daresay the lads are not viewing this trip now with such untrammelled enthusiasm.
e) The camaraderie: finding a like-minded bunch of Southerners or Basques or even Valley Commandoes and having a good blast and sing-song is still something to cherish. The Rugby Fraternity really does exist.


My Darling LadyWife is rather close to insisting that I wear some form of tracking device. Not that she fears for my fidelity (she knows I cherish her more than my DVD of the ‘73 BaaBaa’s game, even) but just that she understands my ability to get lost and end up in the wrong curry-house / street / shoes / toilet / city / stadium / seat / country / airport etc. etc. I keep telling her that Mr Pips will be my minder and he is truly a Man’s Man and A Man of The World to boot. And he survived his childhood in Penrhyndaedraeth with only a few scars and the smallest twitch.

So, she will worry, and admittedly not without just cause.

But I will return safe because I Love Her.

Ahem. Sorry, Slipped out. Right, Ryan or Alex for 8 then… Charvo should’ve been in the mix, y’know… Is Shane match fit? We really are missing Ayatollah Thomas - his directness and strength are just, well needed... Horsman will have to concentrate in every scrum and get tight and low... What about this 'hidden press agenda' thing GJ is in about, eh? Grrrr…

And I really am looking forward to the match very much. Actually. Could be a bit closer than we expect...


 

Comments (2)

andrew "saw it on tv" davies wrote...

so was the trip worthwhile ? I trust you have made it back in one piece ?

wilbach yawns - yesssss. ver7y goioid tripbut 9pm local time is far fra FAr too late too start a game of rugby - all icould see as i clooked around at half time was a sea of yawning bleary welsh bods.

super fun thoough!


night night already

Posted by: andrew "saw it on tv" davies  | February 26, 2007 6:11 AM

kiwi ref dave wrote...

Move on from the Ba bas game. Ther have been some pearlers since then, but apart from the french blinder of a second half in a famous world cup semi, I can't think of any that were won by a northern hemisphere side.

wilbach says - surely you remember the incredible and oft-remembered 'Try From The Edge of the Twenty Two' by me on the thirds pitch at CHSOB circa 1996?!
or wales v france 1999?
or, well...
look, face it dave, i'm living in my own little world of Delusion and the Stout Ignoring of Fact. and i LIKE it here... nurse, the screens!

Posted by: kiwi ref dave  | February 27, 2007 8:21 AM

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