Read the first sentence of my previous post. Then multiply by several hundred. I am, to use the current vernacular, seriously knackered. Although perhaps that should be "Cameroned".
It's not enough that Friday's Not a Stag Night involved low-grade chappy hedonism. Yesterday we were to travel to Leamington for a friend's wedding reception.
The original plan was that we would get up early enough to drive to Leamington - about an hour away - check into the hotel and find somewhere to watch England get heroically beaten by odds-on favourites Australia in the quarter-finals of the Rugby World Cup. Some light shopping (that was Katie's contribution) then onto the reception. Drinks, dancing, food. Carriages at 1.00am.
The actual plan was that I looked at my clock at about 11 in the morning and said "Sod it." We watched the rugby at home instead. And lo, a miracle came to pass.
I am not one to crow about sporting achievements. But I'd love to say hi to the Chief Exec of the Australian Rugby Football Union, John O'Neill - the man who expressed these following poetic views only last week:
Everyone hates England. It’s a statement of the bleeding obvious...this is all a byproduct of their born-to-rule mentality. It’s been there for a long time and nothing has changed.
That invite to the Diplomatic Corps is waiting, John.