Expect plenty of sand, sun and fun at the beach tomorrow at 9:30 am. OK.....maybe just plenty of sand.

You know...life is like a ruck (kinda). When it all goes according to plan, you've got your mates around you to support you and the ball comes out on your side. But sometimes you just want it so badly that you find yourself on the wrong side, and all you can do is cover up your soft fleshy parts and go to your happy place. If you like, I can show you life's stud marks on my back, but my guess is that you'd rather not. Nevertheless, I can tell you that each one taught me a lesson, and that beats giving up a penalty, any day.

Are you feelin' me?

As you probably know, I'm partial to sticking the boots in to the French whenever the opportunity presents itself, and Lewis Moody does a great job here. But, as I read on, I can't help but find something strangely familiar in his description of this frenchy's game. But, I just can't put my finger on it. Oh well, I think I'll get some lunch...frog's legs and stinky cheese. Vive la difference!

Indoor practice continues this Thursday on account of everyone's aversion to fresh air. Joker's @ 9:30 pm, be there.

For those of you not privy to J-Wil's e-mail, he had some good words to say about all the yap. I'll ask John Lennon to paraphrase for me; "everybody's talking, but no one says a word". Let your actions (or lack of) do the talking for you, 'cos Instant Karma's gonna get you.

For those of you looking to piss away another day at work, here is the "somewhat related to the subject at hand" link du jour. Have at it.