Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Tickets


Last night, I finally got my hands on the tickets to the match! Always an exciting moment, as tickets are often elusive and seem to come by some dark art...

However, there are apparently loads of tickets to be had, and it is a sad state of affairs when this happens. It could be the economic downturn, the closeness of the Christmas bills, or even the state of Wales playing - I doubt that there would be tickets if Wales had won last weekend??!

Whatever...the thing is. there are only 2 more sleeps left to go and that is priceless. I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am. Think 6yr old before Christmas...! I know people are being nice when they smile and say have a good time, but really, they have NO IDEA how funny my sisters can be.  Without a shadow of a doubt, the whole lot of them, professional women, with their own homes, businesses and all manner of scariness and simply the best. They constantly make fun of things, do mad stupid things all in order to make the others laugh. I do not know what I have done to deserve such a lovely family, but I really don't care. For sure the rules are there (to be broken?? very tempted the more I think about having to wear a DRESS to a rugby match WTF?) have fun and games and oneupmanship.

Please let the crap French team turn up and our boys be on fire. Please don't let there be a boring game of penalties. Please dont snow and be freezing (see earlier comment about DRESS) and Please Please Please let me laugh so much I nearly wee myself (just a little...) lol!! x

Monday, 4 February 2013

ITALIA!!!

well y jiw, jiw who would have thought them Italian Stallions would take the French Boys to town?! Best game of the weekend for me - the Welsh game, was a true game of 2 halves and I only want to see them play like the second half from now on please!


So, with only 4 more sleeps left, I am getting a tad excited about our impending tour. A small pile of random items are piling up in the second bedroom ready for packing. A packet of moustaches...a cockrell and the Welsh Flag.  I have my list of rules, and all my clothes are clean, ironed and ready to go in the case. I have my hair booked and if only I could manage to get my eyebrows plucked I would truely be organised. I love being ahead of the game. This time last year I was all a fluster with stress at leaving, and the sense that the week came too quickly - never fear, because the minute I got on the train, all my worries went and we had a blast in London - and I highly recommend the London Welsh RFC as a great venue to watch the game if you cant get tickets (oh yes, and I got tickets!!)

I am crossing my fingers that the mood in the Welsh Camp is positive and not, as us Welshies can be, somewhat grey like the weather..I really hope that they chose Tipric, and keep Mikey Phillips but bring in James Hook. We are planning to wear our Red Dress to the game, and mine is a cracker!  I am missing 2 of my classes, which is a shame, but the extra day in Paris should be great and I am looking forward to it all.

With this in mind I leave you with the following images of past events with the joy and knowledge that I am going to have a good good time!!









Saturday, 2 February 2013

Match Day

And so the Six Nations begins. Today, Wales kick off the 2013 competition as Grand Slam Winners with a home match in the magnificent Millennium Stadium at the capital city. The day is bright and dry. The roof will be open and all is set for a humdinger of a match.  For the next few weeks, each Saturday will be dedicated to rugby. It will be the talking point in the weeks between the matches, and indeed, the whole mood of the Nation will be decided by a win or a loss.

The first match is always so important. A win gives confidence and positive vibes. A loss, and there is a state of mourning...that lasts for days. I hate going to a match and watching Wales lose. For the few hours following it feels like someone has died :(( I think that is why we go to the pub and make merriment, to take our minds off things.  A win, and the world is a better place to live in...

So today, the big Irish forwards are out to seek revenge and find a fitting tribute to BOD who is surely in his last 6Nations. The Welsh young guns, products of academies and long apprenticeship since junior rugby at the age of 7, are out to prove the doubter wrong.

Whatever the outcome, rugby brings the community of Wales together - gives us a reason to talk to strangers, smile at other people in Welsh tops/mad nutty dress-ups and includes the whole family. A tribe of Welshness in honour of the game with a funny shaped ball.

Bring it on.....








Thursday, 31 January 2013

Countdown

With an early start this Friday morning (thanks to quilt-stealing-husband) my thoughts turn to next week and the excited anticipation that I will be up, dressed and ready for the 7.30am train to London!  Preparation is important, and I am also thinking of the Welsh Team, who today will be hoping that their preparation has also been as good as mine..... However, since watching many of the club matches of late, I do not have high hopes of winning anything other than a wooden spoon (!). A huge list of injuries, the annoyance of having 2 brilliant number 7s, and then an uncapped players in key positions does not make me feel easy. I like knowing that everything is in place and worries of a team that we have not tried out is affecting my enjoyment of looking forward to the game.  I will be watching nervously, through my fingers and hoping that Ireland are not on a mission to get us back for our last gasp win last year (!!). Although Wales did win the Grand Slam, it was by the most nail-biting wins...not only Ireland, but England too.  We seem to have a creaky line out and Ireland a whole bunch of big tall powerful men....thank goodness we are at home for this one!


On a more positive note, I am organised. I  know my team. I know that they will play hard and give their all. I cant wait for the fun to begin...oh if only I was in charge of the Welsh Team...

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Les Règles

 - or "The Rules" to me and you. No tour is complete without the full set of rules to guide us into naughtiness. The Rules lay out behaviour and guidance - so important things, such as, no sleeping in the pub ( think that was Esther in Edinburgh) and no crying...esp over men ...! they also force us sensible grown ups into derring do that would normally be tempered by maturity....so more points for dancing on tables and getting the pub to sign, and losing points for yawning (although excited yawning is permitted) or failing to make every meal time...or round of drinks ...or looking like a dog in the morning. The one that always gets me and makes me laugh though is the getting ready on match day! Really! if you are a girl, then part of the fun is in getting ready, and to blow that and have to rush to be in the bar by midday in full kit (more on that tomorrow) is both stressful and hysterical...running down corridors and brushing hair as we go! Edinburgh spring to mind again although Italy was pretty epic too.

So - what rules do you have?  Do you think that being on tour is an excuse to be "free" - then let me enlighten you. Rules means fun. Rules means watching that others are not transgressing, and by getting extra points. This year, we are reinstating the "big girls blouse" - and item of clothing, chosen from a charity shop...large, pink, fluffy, bows, frills and anything else hideous to increase embarrassment (not mentioning the smell...) and then one has to don said garment on if missing a round of drinks....

As the days are dark - and in all fairness the hopes of Wales winning anything but the wooden spoon this year - then rules rule. Go on...make some of your own xx

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

And now the time is near...

...with almost 12 months since the last posting, it is a mere 10 days until we are off on tour again! And in the words on Mrs Brown, I can't frickin wait!! Gosh this weather has been doing my head in! What better way to get over the winter blues than to have a weekend of fun and laughter..:))

This year, it is back to the RACE girls alone, with the four of us off for a first trip ever to PARIS!  I am hoping that it will be as good as Rome (which was epic) and that we have as much fun as ever.

This year, there is much cussing and cursing about the handbag trial. Gone is the whistle, to be replaced by the words "Oh lala"  - not too bad, but then we have to a) put on a moustache...! b) get out our clove of garlic (are we off to Transylvania??) c) get out our cockerel (yes, I am sure that this will be shortened), d) put on our beret e) blown up our inflatable object....me think there may be trouble ahead..............Bring on the games!!