I promised myself I wasn't going to post anything today. I mean, nothing much happens in a day with no practice. Even the usual exec. e-mail chatter has been quiet today. This blogging thing is getting out of hand.

Anyway, the opinions expressed in the following link are not those of the club, it's players or executive committee. Of course, those of you of a mind to keep score on these things, please write and tell me. The winner might just get a mention. Spider. There, I already saved myself the trouble.

I thought I'd let you know about attendance on Saturday as a flimsy excuse to post a new link that will just help the week fly by. Anyway, numbers were bolstered by some new talent all the way from Bridgeton Academy. This bodes well, given that some of the rest of you old geezers who live much closer to the beach didn't make it. I hope that catching up on Digimon was worth it.

So now just one practice lies between us and actual competition. I hope you're all comfortable that your couch-based calisthenics routine will have you adequately prepared. In case you're a little wobbly on this, you might want to drag yourself along to practice this Thursday, to find out what the rest of us have been up to. Just a thought.

Now, about that link. This ought to resonate with you married guys, or those of you in committed long term relationships with other members of the club.

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.

Back, by popular demand, directions to the beach. Really, I enjoy posting this every week, I do.

No call up for the match against Wales this weekend...again. Clive, why won't you call? My schedule is wide open. I'll wash the kit afterwards.