Prably cos I'm born & bred on scrumpy bhoyo. Fresh from varm three & sixpence a litre. All manner of bits in it. Its almost like cider soup. Used to drink it with Rosie.
I had one year of rugby. The PE teachers name was B. A. Stard. I don't have anything good to say about Mr Stard. My thoughts along with the thoughts of quite a few others was that he lived up to his name.
It doesn't seem to matter where the ball is put in. When it comes out it goes to a chubby bloke who seems to think that the easiest way to the line is to charge at 3 or 4 blokes of similar size to himself.
I'll get my jacket.