Freezin Pitch, Two Guys, Many Girls, One Odd-Shaped Ball

After a lapse of 5 days ... I shall finally update my blog (because sadly this is the first time in 5 days there has been anything interesting to say!) Packed off to an early start at Passfield Hall with Sherwayn. We visited the bank to check out the High Interest Accounts. Have to think for the future no matter how much I tried to avoid to! Would like to have some money when I start out in life ... I know my dad will give me smth but still its better to know you have something of your own eh? Well anyway the interest here is pretty good and I've just set up two savings accounts ... hopefully the interest earned is substantial (yes my dear fren ... ANY money at all is good no matter the sum!).
We met out heroic Rugby finalists at 12 at the Tuns. This was followed by a 45 min tube ride ... a bus ride and walk through one of the towns near Harlington Cross (you'll discover why I remember the name) ... a traditional English bf (for lunch) for me and Hot Choc for both me and Sher (it was freezin!) ... finally when it was time to return to the pitch to observe the match ... well you guessed it ... we HOR LANNED (that's getting lost for those of you not so well acquainted with Hokkien) ... sheesh we returned only 15-20 min after the match started! Anyway it was a pretty good match, I thought our girls' team was technically more advanced but lacked some of the speed that the opposition Imperial College (eee ... science nerds!) had. Some of their tries were really spectacular runs that would have given either of us guys a run for our money (or legs in this case). All the while I was playing cameraman trying to get in snaps of our very own rugby players but in all the tumble and hussle I only managed a series of fotos that can only be discribed as a unidentifiable and milling mass of female rugby players. So for one particular rugby girl: Results aside, Great Job! I witnessed some of the journey toward the final and it lacked nothing in will and effort! ;p
The day ends sadlywith Sherwayn and I trudging home (tube really but considering the tube it really is like trudging!) to Passfield dinner. Urrkk (thats all I can say abt dinner).
Right off to sleep now ... oh and thanx nolly for informing me that weird is spelt WEIRD not WIERD! heh ...