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Absolutely fantastic match.  I’ve got no nails left.

Just wish we‘d won. (and slightly glad I wasn’t there with Kent man Rich as I’d hoped to be.  I have a feeling he wouldn’t have let me hear the last of it)

Andre Nel calls his on pitch personality “Gunther”? Christ on a bike. Apparently he and Sreesanth don’t get on:

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Blimey!  4 months with a tooth stuck in your head.  All the more blimey for the fact that this is not a unique occurrence; there’s a whole load of them.

Gloucester‘s performance in the Heineken Cup has not been good over the last few years.  In fact, the years that we’ve got in, we’ve always done badly.  After (just) topping the Premier League this year (let’s forget the final, shall we?) we’ve finally got pretty much the best we could have hoped for out of the draw for next year’s competition.

Wind your memory back three years… Paul Collingwod? England Captain? You’ve got to be effing joking!

Yet. Today it seems like the right choice.

Until only yesterday I would have said that the Olympics were the last real example of displaced warfare.  Lots of metaphorical and literal flexing of muscles in a thinly disguised version of kicking sand in the 7 stone weakling’s face.

However, yesterday we decided that it would be a good idea to start pointing missiles at each other again so the Olympics briefly returned to sideshow status and we get to have a nice diplomatic standoff, rather than all this sporting subtlety.

That said, the Olympics do still bring out the worst in countries – even towards their own citizens:

2 million displaced in the last 20 years by the Olympics

Apparently. Um.  When I first heard I couldn’t believe that he had, but once I was convinced I got all melodramatic.  If it’s true I’m very glad, but what a god awful mess.

I know, I know. We lost. And it wasn’t even close.

Glaws looked pretty much the best we have all season. Twickenham here we come. Leicester in the final, which should make for an interesting match.

Some quotes from the BBC commentary:

The Gloucester loose-forwards swarm all over a discordant Saracens pack

The game is opening right up as Gloucester indulge in a bit of showboating and Saracens try desperately to salvage some pride.

Gloucester are rampant…

Marvellous. A right royal thrashing.

I’d be guessing here, but I think if you went to a big poetry prize night, there would be a real shortage of these kind of blondes.”