Highlight of a trip up to Newcastle this weekend: passing a certain deep-southside Rugby club’s van on the Hume, just as one of the Lads leaned over and puked out the side window. Very special. To his credit, he did wait until we weren’t directly behind the van, so our windscreen wipers were not required. Still – good to see the Rugby boys I loathed in high school were only about average.
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