Springboks, Sun, and Sausages

The weekend before last, Pamela and I went down to London at the invitation of my colleague, Warren. Warren (Wazza to his friends - nothing to do with Budweiser as far as I am aware) is South African and so is obviously a big rugby fan. I and some of my Halifax HBOS colleagues were invited down along with friends and partners to watch the Wallabies v Springboks (Australia v S Africa) tri-nations game. The tri-nations is like our six nations only it's for the southern hemisphere and there are only three of them. There are no prizes for correctly guessing the third team involved! Anyway - the game ended in abject and complete humiliation for the South Africans as they were murdered 49-0. Being Scottish we found that the rest of the day spent drowning our sorrows as the result of a humbling sporting defeat came quite naturally!

We had a brilliant day. It was great to meet up with Richard and Claire who both live in London having escaped from Cumbernauld and Paisley respectively. Being in Australia, the game had kicked off at 10:30 AM GMT so we had the whole day left to drink, drink, drink. And how! We drank O'Neills at Putney Bridge out of Magners and then moved on to sit beside the river where we drank the nearest pub out of Magners before starting on the Pimms and Lemonade. Pimms and lemonade is good for you - it has fruit in it! We sat in the sun until we could endure the glorious weather and refreshing beverages no longer. We went clubbing! There was abarbeque in the club! Well....outside the club. And they had volley ball too. The club was called Zulus (South African theme) and everything starts to become a little hazy at this point. I think there was Bryan Adams and dancing. Oh dear.


The next day we went to another barbequeue at the home of a very friendly Australian girl named Alison. We sat in the garden in the sun, drank Diet Coke and ate sausages. A nice end to a great weekend. Thanks Alison. Thanks Wazza! And a special thanks to Richard for blowing off his house mates as long as he could to spend more time with us sitting beside the Thames in the sun.

P.S. I just remembered about the giant cheese burgers on Saturday beside the river. Dear God!