Don't break the seal

The Six Nations rugby came to Twickenham at the weekend, and, as usual we were there!

It was a very strange day though. The stadium was full with 83,000 souls being there, and yet the surrounding streets, pubs and restaurants were remarkably quiet. This may have been due to people cutting back on their hospitality expenses, or, more likely, an increase in family groups and couples attending the game.

Italy always seem to be the least popular game for the die hard supporters to attend, and tickets are often placed with Ticketmaster to gain access to the non-rugby club portion of the public.

Now this different demographic generated a problem which Twickenham Stadium was not geared up to cater for, namely, insufficient ladies toilets. Now long queues at ladies toilets are commonplace at many sporting arenas, but Twickenham has been able to cope pretty well in the past. Not this week though.

The increase in lady spectators is one reason for the extra queues, but the other is the increase in the number of ladies who are now drinking pints. Whatever happened to Babycham or Cherry B as the lady ruggers tipple of choice.

Thats a nice pear

I've got to get this off my chest (grin), but I am getting a bit fed up with adverts for pear cider. I know I am on a campaign to protect old gits English when I reach for my 1956 National Benzole sponsored edition of the Collins English dictionary to look something up. Well I did, and I have.

It quite clearly states that cider is a drink made from fermented apples, not pears, not loganberries and certainly not strawberries, but what do I know about modern day linguistic applications of good old Anglo Saxon.

A drink made with pears is called a perry as every self indulgent Babycham drinker should know, and if its good enough for Vyvyan in the The Young Ones, then its good enough for me.......