Oval Balls

Recent posts on this blog may have created the impression that in some way we considered the Scottish rugby team to be a bunch of Edinburgh lawyers and other similar wasters who passed their leisure time drinking each other's urine, and who, every few weeks, took the field and got tanned by foreign urine-drinkers. Events in Edinburgh today have made us realise that in fact the Scottish rugby team is as noble and courageous an assembly of bravehearts as has been seen these three hundred years. Each man a William Wallace for the 21st century. A gathering of pedigree Scotch Beef to set the pipes a-skirling and the lassies a-birling. No praise can be too high for these Caledonian champions, and we are happy to set the record straight. All hail to Scotia's heroes. There'll be a few pints of urine sunk in Rose Street tonight !! And to the defeated English team, a few words of consolation Get it right up yiz, ya ********* *******.