Aug 29 2006
Spending 10 seconds chatting to Malcolm O’Kelly about Beck is more fulfilling than hours spent talking to Kenny Cunningham about, er, I can’t really remember
Let me start off with a preamble. I’m not a huge fan of the colour pink. In small doses I can take it, and even like it. And certain shades are actually nice, especially when combined with other colours.
Was surfing from station to station over the weekend[1] with nothing to watch. So I took a glance at the telly pages, and for once actually looked at the listing for Setanta Sport. Normally I don’t bother, although I do watch it from time to time. And what was on? Why French rugby. So I figured, only half an hour left, may as well take a look.
Certain people may now have linked my preamble with the subject of rugby, and French teams. But, just in case anyone needs a visual link I give you this:
Dude!
Is that nasty, or is that nasty. And there was me thinking that French peoples are supposed to be all fashion conscious. And Parisians even more so.
But that, well at the risk of boring you all by repeating myself, it is just plain nasty. And in that pic you don’t even get the full effect of this wonderful strip, which I presume is their away gear? Cause I remember Stade Francais as being in blue.
- yes yes, now it is Tues but I’m still in the process of moving the library. One book at a time… ↩
