As an Englishman, I have been predisposed to believe a number of things as I have grown up:
- A nice cup of tea, with a digestive biscuit, has a lot going for it;
- Irony and sarcasm are as necessary for one's day-to-day existence as oxygen and water;
- People are going to personally dislike you for something involving battlecruisers, manacles and/or redcoats that happened between fifty and four hundred years ago; and
- Your national sporting teams are going to be a source of constant frustration.
But it's true. England being successful in sporting events is a whole new paradigm. And yesterday, we saw the English team winning through to the finals of the Rugby World Cup.
Google Analytics tells me that I have visitors from all over the world, including a whole bunch of folks who are, let's face it, probably not Rugby Union followers. To you all I say: I'm sorry. Bet you wish I was still doing the weightloss posts now, don't you?
Don't worry, I'm not turning into a sports fan. These are just strange days. Normal service will be resumed after the final, next weekend, when England meet up with the mighty Springboks.