Dutch rugby
No, not an ingenious phrase used to describe a filthy sex act.

When I lived in Holland I played rugby all the time and made the district under 16 side a few times. Every year I played with them we won the national title (not such a big boast given the popularity of the sport there, kinda like being the wanking champion in your local hospital's quadraplegic ward).

Anyhoo, we totally skelped the opposing team's collective arse and took our rightful places as masters of dutch under 16s rugby.

An impromptu picture taken of us would appear in the NRBs next newsletter along with an article. Picture if you will a group of tall, young, handsome Dutch boys smiling and congratulating each other. It looked like a meeting of the handsome strapping European boys club.

Then there was me. The token scotsman. The hobbies. There only due to the whims of his fathers employers.

I was in the midst of letting out a primeval celebratory battle cry.

I looked like a demented Scottish neanderthal extra from braveheart who had just been told that an Englishman was buggering his favourite Scottish Terrier with a rolled up English flag whilst dressed as a morris dancer and pissing on the st Andrews cross.

My visage was that of a fucking mental knuckle dragger. Shaggy of hair, open of mouth and crazy of look.

Like the man who manages to get a personalised licence plate saying N1PPL5, I was both a winner AND a loser.
(OTT, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 20:52, 2 replies)

poidh. name and shame please.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 22:43, closed)

Pictures
Or no click for you.
( MatJ LOOK, Mon 2 May 2011, 16:46, closed)