Rubbish

Is all I can say about the international Rugby. I actually drank guinness because it was the nearest thing to beer they had in the bar that was showing the match, and that's how they thank me? The bastards. England were rubbish. Period. Getting rolled over by the Irish, it's just not heard of.

Anyway, it's a bit of a quiet one. Was out with a mate in Lincoln last night, so that was noisy, but back here in CodTown naff all's happening. Don't much like that. Had a couple of small beers in Swigs, a cocktail in The Barge, a glass of wine but the local contacts ain't about and it's a little too dead. So speaking of which, I'm going to crack another bottle and spend the remainder of my evening watching my big box set of Das Boot, in memory of Lothar-Guenther Buchheim who died yesterday.... heart got him, where hundreds of British depth charges failed.

Oh and for those that follow the doings of the black hairy handsome one, he's gotten another bird. And I trod on the corpse. Which reminds me, must order a pizza to go with my movie.