30 August 2005

FLYING

Usually a bank holiday week-end in England is a bit of a wash-out full of damp, drizzly rain and grey skies but this August bank holiday was amazing – sunshine, blue skies, warmth, barbecues, wonderful. So we headed down to the beach with the kites and behaved like children. The only ‘disappointment’ was that the wind was not strong enough for the boys to get out on the water to strut their surfing stuff but at least the land kites had plenty of airing! And remember boys, size isn't everything.


22 August 2005

THE BEHAVIOURAL IDIOSYNCRACIES OF EUROPEANS, ESPECIALLY MALES

There is an ongoing and fascinating discussion between me and my friends (of various nationalities) about the eccentricities of the different European nations, especially the boys. Naturally we are making sweeping generalisations in our musings, and I really do apologise to anyone who might be offended, but so far we have come up with these conclusions: English men generally don’t have a clue how to behave with women, they are either Hugh Grant, foppish types i.e. too damn polite, or they are drunken hooligans, in any case: they are a bit odd; the Germans are VERY organised and efficient, not great romancers but very good at engaging in meaningful philosophical debates; the French are very romantic and know how to treat a girl, even if they do argue about EVERYTHING and look you up and down as if assessing a work of art and they must have everything on their own terms; the Spanish are very passionate and loud and try to beat you into accepting their convictions and they don’t hurry themselves to do things; the Italians are usually very self-assured and nicely dressed but complete charmers and they call you ‘bella’ at every opportunity even when you are blatantly not looking your most bella; the Portuguese, according to one of my friends are perfect in almost every way: real linguists, charming, easy, unpretentious, very polite and she isn’t Portuguese; okay the Australians are not in Europe but there are a lot of them about and they are not shy about telling you what they think about everything, they don’t know the word ‘subtle’ but they are huge fun and know how to have a good time (and they are usually good at rugby). As I said, an ongoing discussion .....

15 August 2005

NOT RUGBY

It’s been pointed out to me that me and my blog seem to be, ahem, how shall I put it, slightly rugby-obsessed. Now, while I’m not apologising for this passion of mine, I’d like to point out that I do lead a normal life and am honestly a rounded character with other non-rugby-related interests. I could, for example, bore you to tears with the functions and problems of the endocrine system or even suggest some useful herbs for your very irritating erysipelas.

So, I had been looking forward to seeing ‘The Island’ but to say you have to suspend your disbelief is an understatement. We seemed to be stroking our chins rather dubiously a lot and my analytical inclinations were not at all satisfied by the film’s exploration of its ethical and moral issues. But Scarlet Johanssen is very gorgeous to look at, although who would believe she’s only 20 years old? What will this woman look like at 40? The best film I’ve seen recently is ‘Sin City’ which I’d been expecting to be the usual violent gory-fest, especially when you see the name Quentin Tarantino as special guest director. Okay, it was a bit brutal but it was so well done and shot in such a wonderful film noir, impressive type of atmosphere that it had me captivated to the end.

14 August 2005

SCRUM IN THE PARK

Today Tristan and I went along to ‘Scrum in the Park’ in Regent’s Park. After lounging around in the sunshine for quite a while on the beanbags kindly provided by O2, we wandered over to watch some of the England squad doing a spot of training. At times it seemed more like play acting to entertain the crowd, especially from Andy Gomarsall and Matt Dawson, but at least the team appeared to be practising their throw-in skills. Joe Worsley was there too and (after Mirco of course) he’s a player I have an enormous amount of admiration for. Unfortunately I have to confess to being a complete groupie afterwards when the players came round - I asked Joe for his photo. Joe admittedly did look slightly suspiciously at me since I wasn’t waving paper or tee-shirt to be signed but he very nicely agreed and he’s even smiling his little lopsided twinkly smile! Come on Joe, win the VI Nations for us this year!

11 August 2005

HE'S BACK!













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Aaah, he's back - nothing more to say!

07 August 2005

TRAINING BEGINS

Well, training has begun again in earnest for Stade Français and my lucky, lucky friends went to watch the proceedings last week so you can imagine my delight when THESE photos came through the email! Oh là là!













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By the way, just in case you were wondering, I haven’t wavered in my devotion to Mirco, I’m just waiting for him to come back from physio after his shoulder operation – come back soon, Mirco ;-)!

01 August 2005

YIPPEE, IT'S AUGUST

Training has begun again and the first match is only three weeks away! Meanwhile, a subject which has been exercising our opinions on the SF forum since the Christmas recess concerns the haircuts of our rugby players and the recent intake of new recruits to Stade Français has given us lots to chew on, so to speak. Recently, we've been occupied with discussing the relative hair merits of a certain Sergio Parisse who, it seemed, was very proud to be sporting the SF lightning stripes in the spring. However, during the holidays, he has let his hair grow, which personally I think suits him much more.

Never let it be said that we girlies don’t take our rugby seriously!

photos © me and stade.fr

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