or other assorted macho rugby type noises….
I sat and watched a game, well a bit of a game while Isaac was in a party. Ben had walked the girls home and I decided to be a bit frivolous with my time and just hang about….and i had my camera with me. It was such a beautiful autumn day…tiny bit cold but still a little bit of warmth in the sun that i thought i would go for a walk and i ended up here. Shooting pictures of people i dont know playing a game I dont really understand….
My brother played rugby…a lot and so i got to watch a lot when i was younger and i realise now that i clearly didnt pick up anything from my days of standing on the touch lines. It did drag me back down memory lane tho. I remember watching him play at around this time of year, it was always cold anyway…the noises from the scrum, the greasy hot dogs and tea from the club house and invariably a bloody eye or nose or whatever..its a rough old sport and sometimes you just have to think…
why?
Why not…cup of tea and a cookie?
Im kidding….im kidding….
anyways…
I spent a little time trying to work out what was going on but gave up quickly and just took some pictures. I think one guy in particular clocked me and gave me some quite strong stares (he is standing up at the back of the scrum picture and looking straight at me in the last one)…..probably not a good idea to upset him…im hoping that if anyone says anything it will be a case of 'i thought she was with you?
I could have been a friend of one of them..there were about a thousand people on each team by the looks of it…heh heh 🙂
