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Archive for February 23rd, 2008

It is a fact, little known or otherwise, that I enjoy a good game of rugby. Not playing it because I, well, don’t want to die… but to watch. Lovely. Especially since they have stopped looking like this

Plays for South Africa - can't remember his name

quite so much and have started looking like this…

Dan CarterJames Haskell - England

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It is a well known medical fact (unfortunately am having trouble finding a link to verify this… oh dear) that gazing at male prettiness takes pain away. And because I was stupid earlier today (I took my Mum to lunch and bit down on a lovely crunchy chip on the wrong side of my mouth – little twinge) and then a little bit more stupid later on (I bought a Byron Bay Cookie Company cookie… and did the same thing – bigger twinge)…

This evening my brother accidentally hit me in the face with a cushion (It was a whole giggling play fight thing) and there was a little shockwave thing (ooo, he looked guilty about that but there was no real ‘addition’ to the pain, but then my stupidity returned a half an hour after that when my brother offered me a glass of wine to make up for smacking me in the face… I accepted and stupidly forgot I had taken a number of painkillers today… The wine seemed to counteract all the good work the painkillers had done. Let’s just say I needed to take pain away.

Luckily for me The Six Nations have been on all day on and I have been watching in bits… and then watching a bit more… Lovely.

Wales did a sterling job in kicking some Italian butt, and then Ireland (that’s Republic of) danced a happy jig around Scotland… But the big one for me the England v France match… was all about pre-match pain because well, England have recently been playing, much like our football team, shite.

Today though was a shock. We won.

Sorry. Shall I say that again?

We won. Lovely. So I shall sleep the sleep of lovely dreaming of rugby sized thighs and wake tomorrow with no pain… ready to read… and comment… and be… zzzzzzzzzz…