Where to start with this one… yesterday involved a beer festival at the rugby club and that’s probably enough to set the tone for this post!
So, things I learned throughout the day:
~ Lads can make a game out of anything. 2 balls and 3 people, yet somehow they made it work! I tried joining in and messed up the system, so took one for the team and got out the way.
Someone help me caption this! Not a normal-looking one amongst them. Rugby makes you do the weird?!?
~ 8 pints guarantees an interesting walk home. A bloody long one at that! Especially looking like a troop of pot washers lost their way with empty pint glasses in hand…
~ Rugby and Irish dancing are pretty much interchangable. Shoutout to George who wanted a blog cameo more than anything and is allegedly gonna write a guest post soon. Watch this space!
~ I cannot throw/catch a rugby ball for shit. I can’t throw/catch any other ball either so no surprises there. Hand-eye co-ordination just isn’t my forte. Hopefully provided a few laughs at least… Joining in seemed a good idea at the time!
George looks almost too normal for this blog post amongst the other pictures, doing his best Prince Harry lookalike-y! Note the untouched jug of water there btw…
‘Once a Hopper always a Hopper’ definitely rings true for this guy! Keith Brierley, longest serving player (52 seasons!) at Preston Grasshoppers, aka ‘Dad’ to the lads, apparently.
~ Jumping the fence ain’t easy in a short dress. As all the blokes in frocks (don’t ask – no idea) found out. Men really like dressing up more than they let on! Shame I didn’t nab any photos of that sight.
Dan pulling his best ‘too cool for this’ pose.
**I realise that posts like this are somewhat ‘minority interest’ and I considered not blogging it, but I want my blog to be a reflection of what I get up to so for today, rugby and beer fest it is!**
lily kate x