I went to a rugby match the other night. Rugby, the game which it is humorously suggested is played by men with odd-shaped balls, is something of a no-go area for me. I don't know much about it, I don't know the rules and I don't understand why sometimes they do one thing and sometimes they do another. Also, and this is a big, and somewhat prejudiced also, I don't much like some (a lot?) of the people who follow rugby. They do seem to be either a bit Hooray Henry-ish or knuckle-draggers who revel in their ability to do revolting things while drinking. However, I went to this match because it was a charity event organised by a colleague and I felt it was the least I could do to support it. And I have to admit I was glad I went. It was well-supported, raised a lot of money for the chosen charity, the Chris King Memorial Fund, and the rain held-off. The Hooray Henrys and knuckle draggers were there, but possibly not as offensive as I expected them to be from my lofty position of not going to rugby matches. Is this a victory for a more open-minded approach?
There has been a lot said following the death of Test umpire Dave Shepherd and there's nothing much that I can add. My contact with him followed on from being a former customer of the family post office in Instow where I used to get newspapers. Years after that link ceased to be, if I ever saw Dave and his brother, Bill, out and about they would always stop to chat. Nice blokes, and my condolences go out to Dave's family and friends.
By the way, I'm not a regular watcher of EastEnders, but is there anyone else who finds it confusing to see Gavin's dad, Michael, from Gavin and Stacey, suddenly converted to East End baddie Archie? Somehow it doesn't seem right.
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