After a week at work (and too many glasses of red with my ex-boss) I rushed down the M6 on Friday evening trying desperately to get home in time for the Rugby... I'll include the match report later as you'll soon come to realise that I was not in a fit state to give any sort of commentary!
Firstly the M6 normally looks like this on a Friday evening....
Instead I flew down it like I had wings. I don't know if someone felt sorry for me because of the horrid little car I'd hired but I made it back to my parents ( and my rugby ticket) in record time. A quick change into my Worcester Warriors shirt ( and no, they don't play in pink! it's a special from last year to support breast cancer awareness) and we were off.
My Father has two season tickets, but my brother had already bagged the 2nd one, so I was going courtesy of my good friend Tony who asked his friend to step down so I could use his ticket! That's friendship for you!
The only thing you really need to know about Tony is that trips to the rugby are more about trips to the Guinness counter and Friday night was no different.
My mate Tony, Guiness in hand - this was probably no. 4
Me, with Guiness no. 2!
You can see we were stood on the back of the stands, allowing us to stand up without being heckled the whole game and, being on the end of a row, quick access down the stairs for more Guinness.
Apparently the game score was 12:12 in the end..here is the match report for anyone who might be interested.
Nearing the end of the match my phone started beeping...brother wanted to go for a drink and a curry after the game...
Well, never one to turn a curry down (or another beer), Tony threw his hat in for the curry jaunt..and feeling under no pressure at all, I acquiesced and on the final whistle we hot footed it out to get a taxi! My brother who has no shame, immediately stole someone else's taxi by waving a twenty pound note at the driver, some people are so fickle, and we were off....
We ended up in the Marwood. I haven't been in for years, but it's all be 'done up' and is really quite tasteful, and even better stays open late, last orders being around midnight...
Inside the Marwood...I was a little too tipsy to really appreciate!
A few glasses of wine later ( and remember the Guinness from earlier) and we walked (stumbled) along the road to the curry house (The Rajkot).
I'd like to say it was tasty, but I was at the stage where you can't really taste much at all, even heavily spiced Indian! I was having a great time though, but all fun comes to an end and we rolled out to get a taxi at approximately 2am. It's the first time in my life that I've ever closed a curry house before, I'm sort of proud in a skewed way !
The end of the night involved a surreal taxi journey back to my parents with the driver telling me that he was desperate for more children but his wife had told him no...weird..
I hope I haven't left you with the feeling that I'm an incurable alcoholic, I'm not, I'm just easily influenced!
4 comments:
Which teams played?
well Worcester DOH...and I don't care about the other team!
How can you get sufficiently antagonistic if you don't know who you are playing?
lets sing together: "If I had the wings of a sparrow, and the dirty great arse of a crow, I would fly over the opposition team's ground tomorrow, and plop on the B*****ds below"
Doesn't quite sound right.
It was Bath Anne...ok? !
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