We decided to watch the rugby in the local Irish Bar. Scotland v Italy and Wales v France. I lugged my self down town looking like a prop forward, to meet Steve and Jonny outside the bar. The front row was now complete.

We were immediately approached by a couple of older ladies. Obviously they were intrigued as to why we were dressed as we were but the focus of their conversation was that our posture was all wrong. They were Physiotherapists and were concerned that we were stooped like Quasimodo.

We were taken through a number of exercises amongst a growing crowd.

This entailed clenching our buttock cheeks and thrusting our pubic bone forward. Not the most elegant of pre match warm ups that I have experienced and not a good look at all.

Once in the bar, we enjoyed a certain amount of anonymity. I guess they just thought we were on a stag party. It made me think that this is a safe place to be and that it is here that I should be spending much more of my time.

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