We Will Win Things Next Season

Heady days at my favoured rugby football club with, heavens above, Christian Califano today signing up to join our squad for next season. I don’t think I can cope with any more signings (although M has a source whispering in his ear, ‘Three more to come…’) and reckon that we’re just being greedy now. What a squad though. The current team is playing the most outstanding football at the moment yet we have Bortolomi, Nieto, Lawson, Califano and Balshaw to embellish our ranks. Not to mention Sir Willy of Walker. I am exhilarated by the idea of a gnarled, nasty pack frightening the living daylights out of sundry and all and coughing up perfect ball for our backs to paint beautiful pictures with. My early tip for player to make a sparkling contribution: Rory Lawson. I think he'll electrify the old stadium. Roll on 06/07.

D stole my gig-going thunder this evening, stumbling upon Shack in our capital city’s HMV, playing an acoustic set for the assembled hepcats, a full half dozen days before I travel to Bristol to enjoy them. By all accounts they were on decent form.