Foggy rugby

If you ever want to watch rugby on a budget, £5 gets you into Clifton RFC which is where Bristol play their reserves fixtures.

Its a good price and thet do good pies, burgers and hot dogs and Doom Bar Ale!

Last night it was the local derby as Gloucester came up to visit us.

After a tepid first half, where Bristol seemed to be their own worst enemies and throw away several try scoring opportunities, we found ourselves 8-7 down.

Don’t ask me how…

After the break, Bristol went up a gear and thanks to a sin binning of a Gloucester player scored three tries. We were now sitting pretty at 29-8. James Phillips was playing well and Kevin Maggs was putting himself about.

It was all going so well; that is until the fog arrived…

I have never been at a game where the visibility was so bad, that you couldn’t see past the outside centre when the backs where standing in a line!

The fact that no one could really see anyone else, never mind the ball didn’t help.

I think the final straw was when the Gloucester No 10 launched a huge up and under…everyone playing and watching had no idea where it went.

The fact that several of his own team stood still and looked at him in a manner suggesting “what did you do that for?” was very amusing.

Not long after that, the ref called the match off….

I wonder if I can ask for my £5 back?

ps we lost to B*** last Saturday but i would prefer not to talk about that.

3 go mad in Ireland

Wednesday 6am saw myself a little bleary eyed as Tom and Tim picked me up for our little jaunt to Dublin.

8 am saw us on a Ryanair 737 (for the bargain price of 1p!) as we hurtled across the Irish Sea and when we arrived we were welcomed by greyness, wind and rain; it’s as if we had never left Bristol!

Fortunately, after catching the bus (and going through what seemed like the world’s longest tunnel) we arrived safely in Dublin and made the most important find of the day; a decent cafe to have breakfast in called the Elephant and Castle.

After a great brekkie we went off to wander Dublin taking in the sights (not many), sounds (plenty of building going on) and smells (Guinness).

We did a lot of walking, window shopping, had fun in a toy shop and generally put ourselves about.

We naturally made time for a lengthy pub visit and sampled the local delights: Bulmers Cider , Smithwicks Ale and Guinness.

I wouldn’t say that Dublin has a lot to see but it has certain quaintness and people are very friendly and overall it has a certain feel about it, if you know what I mean?

It also has a certain texture to it which made taking photos fun; Check out my pics over on Flickr.

All in all it was fun although long day and last word must go to Tims who while trying to engage Tom (resident plane geek) in conversation asked:

Do planes have horns?

I haven’t laughed that hard in ages….!

Bristol 17 Stade Francais 0

15 Luke Arscott
14 Tom Arscott
13 Rob Higgitt
12 Neil Brew
11 David Lemi
10 David Hill
9 Shaun Perry
8 Dan Ward-Smith
7 Joe El Abd
6 Andrew Blowers
5 Sean Hohneck
4 Roy Winters
3 Jason Hobson
2 Mark Regan
1 Alex Clarke

16 David Blaney
17 Darren Crompton
18 Gareth Llewellyn
19 Alfie To’oala
20 Brian O’Riordan
21 Jason Strange
22 Josh Taumalolo

The brave and true 22 of Bristol Rugby and one of the finest victories in memory!

The Welsh and the French

Well our first foray into the Heineken Cup wasn’t so great.

We got our asses whipped by the boys from across the Bridge as Cardiff beat us 34-18 and we were lucky it wasn’t more.

Plus we had to deal wiht the ignominy of us getting beaten on live TV.

The only people who played well were Pezza, Tom Arscott and Blowers (as usual!)

This weekend the mighty Stade Francais come to the Memorial Stadium and despite the fact that they wear girly pink shirts, they are one of the best rugby teams in the world.

Any team that boasts the likes of Juan Martin Hernandez, Parisse, Dominci and the Bergamasco brothers is a good one.

It could be a bad day on Sunday…

Then and now

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.


Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.