Rugby, balls, tackle, cliche

I'm never drinking again.

(at which point you have to say; "another Bailey's?" and then I say "yes, please...")

Anyway... so I'm never drinking again. Friday night was severly drunken and again last night with the rugby on I got hammered again.

Going to the pub I never said that I wasn't going to drink - I just kept saying "Bobby, don't go too mad."

Of course I got absolutely fucking wrecked.

Two things were nice about going to watch the rugby.
1/ England winning er, actually this list may go on a little longer than two...

So the first is England winning. Then, the crowd I was with, three of them are colleagues though we are friends.

Odd though it seems, at the place I work at it's common to make really good friends who become friends outside of work.

Infact it's the most incestuous place in the world when it comes to staff marrying each other. It's because we're all fucked up meedja types - and I don't mean that as a back-handed compliment.

So anyway the pub was packed and the second good thing was that rugby attracts a pretty middle to upper-middle class set of fans. Nice straight men with good hair and some taste.

Because England were winning there was a lot of communal hugging with quite a number of really fit guys. And hello! they instigated the bonding but like fuck am I going to say no.

At the end of the match Beautiful Matt - who I work with who's beautiful, he deserves an entire post actually... - put me in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles on my head. (does that have a name?)

I think it was the fastest time I have ever developed a semi.

Speaking of semis - because France lost it is only appropriate therefore be very cliched and post a worn-out picture of Frederic Michalak.

The third good thing about the rugby is that before I left I stuck £10 on "France up at half time and England to win". The odds were 10 to 1. £100 return isn't bad.

Titwank - I wish I'd stuck down £100. So I've immediately gone onto Ladbrokes and gone mad for the SA v the Argies. Obviously.

We've got money on:
Bryan Habana to score for SA
Monty to score points (I'm tempted to stick £100 on this given he's by far the highest-scoring player this tournament).... oh whatever, it's too boring to list them all. Listen, one bad thing happened.

I drunk-and-dialled and what's worse is that I have fucking Gmail on my phone which means the people I can't phone when I'm pissed, I can now e-mail.

My phonebill is going to make my fucking credit card bleed because I drunk-dial South Africa.

Do you know the person who phones you up and midnight slurring and screaming down the phone? I hate it when I'm that person.

I feel like shit. Shivvery and fragile and wooly and shit. I hate alcohol.

I am never drinking again ever.