Rugby Monster

I got suckered in to watching the rugby tonight. It's amazing how sport can morph you from sane person to Pom-hating monster in a few short minutes. Yes, I'm aware there's more to the British Lions team than Englishmen, but it's much more fun to rage against a Pom than the other three countries. Anyway, the Wallabies got soundly beaten, despite me yelling "die you pasty faced bastards!" at the telly. It's amazing how quickly you forget your own very pasty complexion and English ancestry at these times.

My sister, who has about the same knowledge of rugby as me (sweet bugger all) had a tantrum, maintaining that it's unfair that England, Ireland, Wales and Scotland get to combine for this superteam, they're got such a big pool to choose from, and we're such a tiny innocent sparsely populated nation! Therefore the only way it could possibly be fair would be if the Lions played the cream of the Aussies, South Africa and the All Blacks!

Sore losers? Us? Never! :P