As regular readers will have spotted I like my rugby, and we are season ticket holders at our local club. Going to the match is a big thing around here, and the whole city is rugby focused. At the moment the city is gearing up for the rugby world cup as some of these matches are being hosted at Kingsholm. Everywhere you turn there are rugby posts, flags or rugby shirts. So when I was contacted about the Pass around the world campaign I knew I wanted in, well except it mentions Saracens rugby, as that’s not the most popular team around here. We might be slightly eccentric fans, but its fun to be part of the “Glaws Family” on match weekends. What is Pass around the world? Its a fun little project by Allianz and Saracens rugby- they want you to upload a video of you passing a rugby ball […]
No no, not that church. Being a West Country lass I am at the alter of sport, cider and pasties. I am at Kingsholm for the last match of the season. We get here early, before most of the congregation. We take our place, center front of The Shed. Our normal place, my son has even scratched his name on to the pew safety barrier. For this graffiti I am sorry Ushers match stewards, but around here Rugby is in the blood and the kids get passionate too. In about an hour our choir crowd will be singing proudly as our martyrs squad are named one by one. In fact in genius timing as I’m typing this the vicar PA man is playing Hoozier’s song “take me to church” to the flock. Later we’ve been promised angels RAF Falcons will fall from the sky to bless our pitch and bring […]
It is common knowledge I like fast cars. Silly, fast, dangerous, sporty things. Well on Thursday I drove an Aston Martin and was a passenger in an Ariel Atom. Blokey bought me a gift experience for my birthday back in the summer but annoyingly the small print for our nearest race track was must have had a full licence for a year which meant November onwards. I was the only woman who was driving. In the briefing it was apparent I was outnumbered about 15 to 1. No matter, I know I can drive. “Julia?” an instructor calls. “Do you mean JuliE?” I know I should not have corrected it but it bugs me. “Ladies first” the chap says – “After you then!” I mutter. I realise I am rather sarcastic so I attempt to shut up. I get three laps of the track in this pretty cool Aston. It’s […]
I know I don’t mention it on the blog as much as I used to, but I am a cyclist. Okay, I have a car now so cycle less but I still like my two wheels as a choice. I didn’t like having to cycle regardless of tiredness, weather, and lack of coinage for bus fare. When I cycle now it’s like a nice little explore not a mad dash to get somewhere fast, pulling a tailgator and a grumpy child. Whatever the reason you cycle you really can make a few safety improvements dirt cheap. Lights, high-viz kit, a basic bike tool set, a splash of oil for the chain, and a set of new brake blocks. These are all low cost, but some things really are worth the extra. HELMETS!
My Blokey is a large chap, built like a rugby forward player, which means buying clothes has always been a bit of an issue for him. He struggles on the high street, so much so he only buys online now. One of the websites he uses for his clothing, especially his jeans and work suits, is Jacamo. So when Jacamo offered Blokey some manly footwear as a gift he wasn’t going to say no. He chose two pairs of high-tops. One pair are navy blue canvas with white rubber soles, and flat white laces. The other pair are also navy blue but more appropriate for the season we are really in. Sorry Blokey, it’s not summer anymore.
This weekend we’ve walked miles, and it was hot. Now that we are home I just ache – it’s not really until you stop you realise how much you hurt.
At last. After years of wanting to, I am on the way to a F1 race. *squeal* I’ve loved grand prix motorsport since I was small, back in the Mansell years. Yet despite being a nearly life long fan I’ve never been to a race – the price is prohibitive to us normally. This time we can thanks to Planet Rock radio. A few months back I heard a comp on the radio to win 2 adult tickets and £250 spending money. So with that £250 we bought the kids entry tickets and this weekend that means its camping time! Freya has gone to her dog sitter and my next door neighbour will be feeding the small fluffy pets.
Its not often Blokey and I manage to get time alone together, but Saturday was childfree. His Brother stayed at our house whilst we went to the rugby finals at Twickenham. I had won the tickets in the ticket grab game, and as a result I had to try again to grab tickets. Think the Crystal Maze dome. Its like that.
Recently I got a nice email from Tots100 suggesting we might like to enter a video competition to become Center Parcs family bloggers, which comes with the perk of a free holiday. How could I refuse? We go to most home games at Kingsholm in Gloucester, it was always Blokey, D, Jen and myself. But since D has started at grammar school he has taken to remaining home to do his excessive amounts of home work. D didn’t want to come today, even though it was a very sunny, non autumnal day. Jen on a statue. We were pulling faces, our team lost. No, my nose isn’t broken. If you watch BTsport I’m sure you’ll have seen us at Kingsholm matches.
I thought I’d share some photos I took of Jen in a park playing rugby. In each of these photos there is a ball, honestly! Can you find them?
Awful news this evening, plain awful. I don’t understand why people do these evil things. I can not sleep, although I don’t know anyone in Boston I just can’t stop thinking. What can I say except this…? So many hurt, over 100 from the news reports. It’s tragic, but The good outnumber the bad, and we always will.All the people that ran towards the danger, you are heroes, and those runners that kept on running to the hospital to give blood, you guys are awesome. It hurt reading that one of the 3 confirmed dead, was a young boy, just 8 years old. He was by the line as his Dad had been running, I don’t know about his Dad, but the news just said his Mum and Sister are critical condition at the hospital. Its awful. My response? Random kindness. Lets all be nice to strangers! Smile at people.