..at the local yesterday whilst watching the antipodean rugby fisticuff's:
1. a ben cohen lookalikey. it was the barnet more like it.
2. fanciable cap-wearing NZ-cheering chappie - who i was eyeballing at for quite a bit - whose whitebread of a sister / girlfriend / bird arrived slightly after kick off.
and then befriended a scottish family of four whose:
1. daughter shared exact same welsh name as i do, ie: rhian.
- i know, a real shocker that. i have a welsh name after all. sorry if you's all got confused. so am i.
2. precocious son went on to tell some canuck bloke what i had told him earlier about canadians being a confused lot - they ain't sure if they should be american or french.
- of course, i reacted by glaring at him and exclaiming: "you treacherous scot!". must be the Campbell in him that's why.
oh yes, the Campbells and the McTavishes - along with the Thomsons and whomever else - belong to the same family/clan/wotsit. tragic, that.
and i found out:
1. this english chap whom i fancy quite a fair bit - and who plays in the part-time footy team sponsored by the local - has got a girlfriend back home in old blighty.
- naturally i was somewhat gutted. but hey, life goes on innit?
2. an ex-fling - in the same footy team as above, also english - whom i thought was avoiding eye contact the last time, was polite enough to say 'hello' to me.
- while i was chatting with another regular, when he actually interrupted us by asking after her. heh, not sure if he was curious if i was one of 'em hard up desperate wee island/asian bint's?
all in all, a good day out. and braincells are surprisingly intact despite the gallons of guinness sloshing about inside my system.