13th September

There is a sense of expectation in the air. It's Friday night and everyone is up for a pint. A small matter of England v South Africa to take care of first.

Just watched the game. ¡que desastre! para les ingleses!!! 36 unanswered points to the Boks.

Walked to the pub. 30 mins it is supposed to take. Hour and a half later, Williams rocks up to the bar.

A great night was had by all. Tapas, wine, beer, mojitos, unpronounceable cocktails. Ken (one of the Americans) lets it known he bats for Uruguay (think about it) so we then head off to a gay bar. Hmm, the idea of playing drinking games is now going to pot. Actually while I remember, for anyone wanting to know what to say or what not to say when someone tells you he is gay, here's how not to answer.

Steve: "Where are we off now"
Ken replies with some very spanish-sounding bar
Steve: "Where is it? Sounds funny. It isn't one of those gay places is it?"
Ken: "Well, actually it is. I'm gay."
Steve: "Oh." . "At least the toilets will be clean"

hmm.

By this time the girls are starting to overdo the cheap Argentinian alcohol and one nearly collapses. And she is the one I like. Bugger.

We ended up in El Alamo where I started the day watching the rugby. By now I too am losing the ability for speech but I do remember 2 things.

1) A larger than life America in the group called Partick taking the piss out of me and the Brits for not being able to take their beer, and when I got back to the flat...

2) ... realising it was SIX AM. Pretty bloody impressive in my book.