Early to Bed on a Saturday Night... This too will Change ere long

Well done boys. World champions four years ago, and second place this time. First again in four years.

So busy of late, I've not really cooked anything for myself. I've taken solace in the brand of Amy's Organics. The cream of tomato soup and the cream of mushroom soup are very yummy. My recycling bag has more cans in it than I care to admit to. Tonight I had a bowl of vegetarian chile with some cheddar cheese grated on top and a pint of Guinness. That's two more cans for the recycling. Gor blimey. And me, so proud to do things from scratch usually.

Anyway, my late dinner was very comforting, especially in light of the rugby. Off to bed early as I worked a long day and will work again tomorrow.

Our Boys Through to the Finals!

Yep....

(Fawh fawh fawh... you know who I'm talking to!)

ARGHHH!!!!!!

14 - 9

........................... THUD

Five Minutes to Go! England in Lead...

11 - 9

Where are my salts????

World Cup Semi-Final in Paris!

At half time:
England 5
France 6

I'm not worried.

On a bit of a Roll...

Memories of the rugby world cup, 2003.

Pictured centre, with the ball... I give you Lorenzo Bruno Nero Dallaglio (6'4" and 250 pounds), surging forth on Guinness-powered thighs against a French player.

Suza and I went a bit spare over Lawrence four years ago. He captained the English team to victory. This time he's a veteran of the sport and he's there in reserve.

Grateful... Damn Grateful

So, under the Rugby Union website, we find Guinness merchandise. Here we see the "Tall, Dark and Have Some" boxers. But these would be more accurately described as boxer-briefs.

Either way, it's a look. And it takes rugby-playing thighs to fill them out.

Rugby. Rugby-playing thighs. Guinness. Guinness-marmite. Chocolate. Okay... I don't know how I can make the chocolate connect, but right here you have five things I am grateful for this Thanksgiving weekend. Barbara, when I'm back in the swing of things, we're definitely visiting some games here in Toronto. Preferably on muddy days.

Yes, you Americans, we're celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend. It's 22 degrees Celsius with a humidex of 31 (meaning that's what it feels like). In Fahrenheit, that would be 71 degrees, with a humidex of 88. Not bad eh? Too hot for turkey in my book. Hmmm, that's my motto of the day: Drink a Guinness, Save a Turkey.

Man of the Moment... Nay, of the YEAR!! Or... Make that Four Years

I give you... Jonny Wilkinson.

WILKO!!!!!!!!!