08/10/11
By the time we surfaced and got out of the Moto lodge it was 3. As planned the night before we met up with T and went shopping… straight man shopping. In out purchase pub. Well I loved it James being tired accepted it but determined that next time we were in wellington we would “do the shops properly.” James is his mother’s child and I mine!
With two hours before kick-off for the Ireland wales match we were back in the pub. Using his Irish charm which I fell for T convinced me that he was good at applying face paint. Some 20 minutes later we found this not to be the case and I looked like I had green and white smeared across my face. I returned the favour but unfortunately did a good job so he looked out. Not to be outdone I headed to the toilets to apply more face paint. It was quite curious applying makeup in the lads of an Irish pub. No one batted an eyelid. Not sure that would be the case on a normal Saturday. Anyway after 10 minutes I looked good and then engaged in painting a few more girl’s faces. Now if I was in the market for a lady this would be my approach to chatting up the fairer sex. First they lean on your legs and smile and for five minutes they can only look at you. Straight boys out there take this advice and go forth!
Ireland lost although it was a fabulous atmosphere complete with a boom box playing fields of Ath and Rye. There was much singing, chanting and catcalling. Next up the English and they feared no better but the Irish did not get behind us instead supporting the French. 800 years of history mostly acrimonious appears not to predispose the Irish to joining in a chorus of swing low sweet chariot!
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