I haven't posted anything for over a month. This has put a serious dent in my plan for blogger domination. Bollocks.
There are a myriad of reasons as to why I've so unbelievably slack. Primarily due to my quite frankly laughable workload. But there is another, more personal, slightly less rational reason.
I've joined a rugby team.
For those of you who are unaware of the game of rugby allow me to explain:
Rugby is a sport played by a team of fifteen where an oval ball is carried. The only way to stop an opposing player who has the ball is to bodily tackle him. Preferably as hard as physically possible.
Now allow me (if you will) to place this into context. I weigh 11 1/2 stone (161 lb for those in the Land of Yank). I am hitting monolithic monsters who have the edge on a fully grown African elephant. Their mates call them 'Ripper'. They eat steel and drink only diesel. They laugh when they stub their toe. They think dwarf tossing is an Olympic sport. Hell, they think that the 'Terminator' films are documentaries. The only time they felt fear was when their girlfriend had her first orgasm.
Put simply I'm way out of my league.
But has that stopped me? No. No it fucking hasn't.
There are several reasons for this. Firstly, there is nothing that compares to being part of a team. Secondly, pain is merely an excuse to have a lie down. Thirdly, there is quite a lot to be said for absolutely nobbing a truck of a prop.
So despite my obvious lack of physical presence I am having a great time. If you've never played rugby and fancy it there is no doubt a team near you. Go along to a training session. Go on. You'll like it. I promise.