home of england rugby

procrastination is going to kill me some day.

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twickenham. i guess its effect was slightly diminished by the nagging reminder at the back of my mind that we were watching a school match, reminiscent of a typical rj-ac encounter.

but it was still awesome to be there. "the home of england rugby", gosh it's a shrine, like the millennium stadium. but i must say the latter is prettier on the outside... twickenham stadium has a pretty grim exterior.

but who cares? it's bloody twickenham.

(i must say though, there's something very pagan and primitive about stadium-worshipping)

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rugby find of the year - a size 10 gilbert rugby ball sold at the rugby shop in twickenham stadium for 50 pounds (an exhorbitant sum, but oh but the ball's just so tantalisingly hilariously wickedly big!!!)

ah-vette and i laughed ourselves silly. imagine what you could do with it (think around 80cm by 30 cm)... lineouts would be a farce (jumpers taken out by massive hooker throw), fullbacks would tremble at the sight of a torpedo falling into their arms and face, huge passes would require huge arm strength, kicking would be a pain (literally), oh and tackling someone who's holding the ball may be quite tricky... you'd just get bounced off the ball!

it's a luxury item i know. not a necessity. something you'd splurge on.

something i'd splurge on.

oh i want it i want it i want it i want it (so does ah-vette).

but money's not mine to spend like that.

so i know what my first paycheck (once i get a job that is, but see the first line of this post) will be going towards.