The rugby last night was an epic struggle of warcries - "Let's go Canada, let's go *thud-thud*" vs the two-toned "Waaaa-aaales". Wales had all the flair (which the Male rightly understood as "tendency to break the rules"), but Canada had all the pretty. To whit: their number 8 pushes all the right Dee buttons, being tall, lanky, and possessed of gorgeous dark locks. Moreover, the two young, fitt, (male) Canadian supporters sitting just to our left who had daubed the maple-leaf flag on their naked torsos were the sort of thing to make a girl reconsider her allegiances.

We moidered the bums. I lost my voice screaming. It feels good.