Rugby, alcohol, random gossip and excessive flatulence

Rob, Em, Will, Vicky and I all piled into Andy's house on Saturday, bringing with us pizza, drinks, sweets and general good humour. First we sat down and watched the Ireland vs Italy game which wasn't particularly enthralling. After that, we started drinking and watched the Wales game while consuming the large amount of pizza we had brought. It seemed quite hopeless until the last 15 minutes and the mood was gloomy. But then, amazingly, it all turned round and Wales actually won. Those last few minutes where they were in the lead were possibly the most intense I have ever seen. It was amazing when they finally won.

After that, we headed up through town for a pub crawl, starting a the bottom of town and working our way up. We hit various pubs of varying quality, the worst being an overly full place with sweaty people singing karaoke, which personally, I regard as some bizarre method of self-torture and humiliation. The last place was a strange small club which I didn't know existed, despite having walked past it probably thousands of times.

Finally, we grabbed some burgers and kebabs before power walking back to Andy's house due to the urinal needs of one of our party. Following that, we retired to bed, five of us occupying Andy's living room. It was, shall we say, a flatulent night, probably caused by lots of gassy beer and crappy food. Quite often there would be an outbreak of gas, followed by muffled snorts and giggles from around the room. I don't care what people say, farting is funny.

Next day we emerged and headed out to a new café for breakfast. It was quite a new place with a motorbike theme, being next to quite a large bike dealer. The food was pretty excellent and this was followed by rather a long walk around town. It was actually pretty interesting. I've driven through the place many, many times, but this doesn't give you the chance to see the various little details of the town. We saw many interesting things, little alcoves of houses, and all sorts. It was really good and the refreshing breeze perked us all up a bit.

This was then followed by the Scotland vs France game, which was a bit disappointing. Scotland lost pretty badly and didn't do themselves any favours.

But all in all, a great weekend.

Just need to see what is up with the car. I drove around a bit yesterday morning, and while the grinding noises haven't come back, there is a definite drone and perhaps even a vibration from somewhere. I'm fairly sure it's the front axle. Strangely though, it doesn't do it when freewheeling, only when in gear and because of the engine noise, it's hard to listen out for anything. Probably the front differential, which is undoubtedly expensive to replace.

I hate it when shit like this happens with cars. I start to lose confidence in it.