As an expert who has spent at least eight minutes studying the rules of rugby, I can say with absolutely certainty that we woz robbed in Paris last night when that try was disallowed because of the, um, over the line thingy. I ran Elton after the match and he agreed. So, conclusive.
Still, who cares? Rugby's not much of a game. Motor racing, now there's a sport!
Update: OK, we came second in the rugby. Lewis came second in the F1 Championship. Er, Nobel Prizes. We won some Nobel Prizes recently, didn't we? Nobel Prizes, now there's a real sport!
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Sounds like you'll be glued in front of your TV tonight too then?
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Sassen rassen frassen Raikonnen!
Are u swearing; in the gentleman's game, old chap, the white touch line is out not in; so despite what Elton said, we were not robbed!
Sounds like one of Charlie Chaplin's lines out of the Great Dictator?
Or, perhaps, Muttley from Wacky Races.
Did you catch some of the fantastic camera work during the rugby? My old chum, Aperture Antony, was largely responsible for the plethora of waist level, rear shots of the scrummages. Those squirming buttocks, those rippling thighs! He certainly has an 'eye' for his job. More like scrummyges, they seemed. Had me throwing oddly shaped balls all around my sofa.
Why do some of them wear their bras on their heads?
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