Barbie didn't turn up at The Swan for the game. I think his missus must have put her foot down. He was hardly missed anyhow as it was packed.
The game itself was initially anti-climactic, England dominated everything and the girls, who insist upon going to the pub for internationals, talked loudly about babies and shopping for the entire first half and irritated the fuck out of anyone with a cawk.
But then, on 60 mins, that man-god Henson made a break, ghosting around at least three would-be tacklers and England shit their pants. Hook made Wilkinson look like a novice several times over and Mike Phillips showed England up badly for not having an international class scrum-half. I don't know how we won but it was awesome. Even more so 'cos I was at Twickenham in the summer when they thrashed us 63-5.
Getting really pished ensued. Only just got up, like.
Oh, and the Scotch were rubbish today. Too many hours in the gym and not enough practicing how to play rugby, me thinks.