Rugby (Current)
When not running myself stupid up and down hills I've been known to participate in the odd game of rugby (odd in this context being VERY odd, for those of you who know me from OT) and play for an expatriate side here in deepest darkest Honkers.

In fact, if truth be told, the only thing I think I'll miss about this place when I get to come home (woo!) if the rugby. How awful's that?

Anyway ... two years ago I was playing in London for my local club and, as a wing-ist, got the ball and was racing up the wing list a greased racing ferret when I ran headlong into one of the opposition team.

Reasons for this are manifold and include:

(1) I normally wear glasses which for obvious reasons I don't wear when playing
(2) I had my head down in full on "I'm going to run like the wind" fashion
(3) I didn't see him

The blood bit of this story is fairly simple.

I'm a fairly big chap, 6ft1, 14.5st but I ran into this bloke and he didn't move. I've no idea how big he is or whether or not he even noticed, I merely remember running into what appeared to be a brick wall and my nose breaking (for the third time) in a characteristically amusing fashion.

Got up - thought nothing of it until felt myself getting to my feet and blood all over my shirt and bits coming out of my nose.

Attempted to get on with the game but was blood-subbed.
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 2:49, Reply)