The West London's RWC blog

The Final Countdown...3

At this stage, with the curtain on the verge of going up, I think it would be nice to say a thank you to Sylvain who organised this Rugby World Cup 'blog. Also a big thank you to all those from Plessis Meudon who, generally,  left nice comments - but why Jipé would want to deny a "liaison de jeunesse" with Mildred - heaven only knows!
So thank you Sylvain.
On the other side of the channel there has been agent Tony Usher keeping me supplied with useful information on what actually happened (I am always  too 'bonhommied' to remember). Phil Chesterman started the ball rolling with his recollection of past Paris plastering trips inspiring reminiscences from Alastair McGillivray...Colin Dickins chipped in.. Top poster was Annie with Miss McTavish in close support - not forgetting Rab E Lais with a vested interest. A bit closer to home and thanks to Domfrance, Emilieitalie, Alexleeds - not forgetting her friend Charlene, and Rob(son) with one or two snippets. Oh! -' Chabalist' too. A short lived phenomenon (unlike his hair) methinks, but useful nevertheless. If there are any I have forgotten then sorry. Paul Clancy provided a couple of bits for which I am grateful but Jim O'K was unable to give the readers a low-down on the 'Onions' - maybe next time. (2011?)
From West London's point of view, nothing much has been said by the current membership. Not a problem because reading or commenting here has not been a compulsory exercise. For those that have taken part, whether 'lurking' or expressing a point of view in the comments area - thank you. Unfortunately the lead up to the blog on the front page of Le Parisien says that it will be the points of view from New Zealand, Australia, South Africa etc etc - ie our players "In English please!"... but it didn't materialise.
Their loss.
For us, this time 'together' with friends from Paris, has been a chance to re-enforce our relationships, to make us a little bit stronger - win or lose. We never forget because we chose not to. We may, on the other hand, have trouble remembering! We are all on the same side in our game...
This bit of the build up ends with a tribute to all those who would love to be here. Here's one guy we will not forget.

Patrice Boutelleux

Saucy le Roux

Jipé, un vieux pepere,an old 'bisou baveux' of St Mildred,  prefers Mireille Mathieu singing the French National Anthem. It is, unfortunately, typical that older French men lower their standards as they start to droop a bit (it is lucky that the English folklo prove the exception to this rule...we think about it and talk about it like billyO!  mutter, mutter...) Anyway, to make an old man very happy (that's me) I take pleasure in presenting Ms Mathieu as he would like...

Allez Nicolas - aux armes aux court de Cecilia! Ooops!

England Lose...

...but it's only the soccer! Good riddance to that bunch of over-rated, overpaid bores with yobbish tendencies! Anyone who listened to the inarticulate admiration given by Steve McClaren when talking about his wonderful men (ugh - sickbag time) must have thought they won 10 - 0, not lost 2-1. And still the majority play the sport; probably because it doesn't take a whole heap of concentration and involves a lot of shouting and swearing/ general abuse - with the odd push and shove / kick and spit. Chavs!

Plessis Robinson