RUGBY! RUUUUUUUGGGGGBY!
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Just up there, and then down there again!,
New Zealand
Friday, July 1, 2005
"But I don't understand?"
"Look, it's nothing you've done, it's just me..."
"If it's my snoring, I can go to the doctors about it."
"No, it's nothing like that at all!"
"Well what is it? Tell me -- I can change!"
"I just wanted to go and watch the second test in Wellington, that's all. We can still be friends."
"Just go!"
After staying in our student house for a week or so, where it is lovely and warm and the girl who let us stay there is extremely nice (I was told to say this!), I hopped into the Silver Bullet MK2 and headed north, leaving the tearful Giggsy behind.
I arrived in Picton earlier than I expected, after a hair-raising drive where I nearly feel asleep 30 times! Then came the hard bit, finding somewhere private to sleep. In the past we'd just leave it anywhere, get drunk and face the consequences in the morning. But because I was on my own, I didn't want to leave it in a supermarket car park so that everyone doing their shopping the next day could give the 25 year old Bobby Charlton look-a-like stumbling out of the van their EVIL STARES! So I ended up parking it next to the train station... Good one! It was minus 10 in the van and I was woken up every 5 seconds by people working outside! Which obviously set me up perfectly for the 4 hour ferry the next day...
As soon as I arrived in Wellington, I headed straight for the pub and met up with Nick and his mates, then met Ant and Don.
1. CATHY
Soon after, I met with papa Jones and friends, but they didn't stay for long as they had a meal booked. I wasn't invited. My dad's parting instructions were "Make sure you get on 11 o'clock train, as it's the LAST one." Noooo worries! As soon as I was pissed enough to start staggering, I made my way, 'baaby in hand, towards the train station and made it there with time to spare. No sign of my dad though... yep, he'd missed it! Lucky, Ant and Don were on the same train, so I had a place to stay. Unluckily, it was the train journey from hell!Let me tell you something about the rugger fans -- they love a good sing-song! Not like football chants, which are easy to learn because they only have about six words in, one of which is 'home' and the other 'ambulance'. These songs are much more detailed. So when this bloody Welsh guy started going around the train demanding songs off everyone, I shat myself! Everyone was loving it! I was left miming like John Redwood when he didn't know the words to the Welsh national anthem! The journey and the singing went on for an hour...!
Anyway, match day! What an atmosphere! I managed to meet up with my dad at last, who I was paranoid was trying to avoid me! We all headed into town and into a packed pub. They weren't drinking as fast as I wanted to, and then they decided to go to the MUSEUM! -- ON MATCH DAY! So I legged it into the next pub to pick up the drinking pace a bit with Nick and co. I made it into the stadium about 15 minutes before kick off, which was just enough time to get some beers and pies! I won't mention the game, I'm sure you all watched it... but I will mention the English bashing that followed! I was walking back from the game with Ant, who's Welsh, and Don, who's Scottish (I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere...) and every f***** we bumped into had something to say about the English and how shite we were!! I was already pissed off about losing the game, I didn't need to be told how crap Woodwood, Wilkinson, Back and everyone who's English is. Nor how lucky England were to win the World Cup! What have the All Blacks won recently?! RRRrraaaaaAAAAggGGgGhGHHHHHHH! Anyhow, it was a fantastic weekend! It's just a shame I can't keep talking about the rugby in these updates because I know how you lot hate it!
Okay, that's all for now! No update for a while 'cos I'm about to start work (sniff)...
