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Whos winning tomoz? Australia vs Gorgia. Aussies Ireland vs Romania. Bog Stompers England vs Argentina. Argies

Bloody good game. France 29 NZ 13. Willie did a number on DeGrute scrum time. All Blacks and Smith made Dupont earn his keep tonight. FROGS BE HOPPING.

Bloody hell Pete that is a stretch. Most everyday peeps would come a very poor second to most professional fighters, doesn't stop them having an opinion. I thought Bruno was a robotic numpty in boxing terms (probably too harsh). Top likeable bloke and helluva athlete, who could rip a new one to a high percentage of British if not world Boxers of the time. Would I say so to his face of course not, for starters would be disrespectful and rude, and probably a risky thing to do. Personally I don't think all professional boxing is a farce, but it has always been a show as well as a sport and plenty of people have crossed the line into farce or incredulity ala the Fury's. Beterbiev is an impressive guy but at some point there will be a bigger better dog, there always is. Very few fighters walk away without meeting a better dog.

France. for Friday. Probably SA for the cup although I would love it to come to the Northern Hemisphere.

Big Faz (Although he was never going to leave Ireland in the time frame of booting out Eddie) or Shaun Edwards, or even Warren Gatland for me. Mark McCall?, if you could stand the whooping and celebrations. Alex Sanderson? I do think Borthers was dropped into it from a great height and probably got the job before he was ready but like Stuart Lancaster he will forever be tainted by what I think will be a woeful RWC. Don't want that to be the case but its probably going to happen.

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Oh I have been in my club to since 18, only because at the time they never had a Colts section, so I went to St Austell Colts at 16 until I was old enough to come home. Finished Playing when I was 42 so have done my time on the field. I have coached both at the club and the local schools over the years. Not so much now the game and tactics have moved on from my knowledge strengths, there are younger better lads to do it now. But I am still there and involved, with a mate we started Lankelly Shout which is a singing group initially to bring after match singing back to the new generation of lads. We had our first years anniversary last month. We run a regular monthly practice night alongside Thursday rugby practice. We had 8 on the first one now get around 25 to 30 and did once peak at 35 so it is well supported. Many choirs have less. Then in June we held our first fundraiser called 'Lankelly's Day of Cornish Song'. After expenses we raised £5K for the club and got nearly 500 of the local community to come along. It was a blast that can only grow, next years date is already set. We have our own shirts and and professionally produced song book that hopefully brings a valuable contribution to the club in funds, culture and foot fall to the bar. So I am still well involved and making a contribution. One of our away days singing over at Polruan across the river. My book with stains Here is our team sheet from last Saturday. Two of those lads I actually played in the team with years ago. Seven of them are the sons of ex players and mates. Doesn't get much more grass roots and local than that. Our club has a 200 strong junior section but only one adult team, we used to have two but male participatory rugby playing is on the decline country wide and that is sadly true in Cornwall as it is elsewhere. I think women's rugby is a fantastic movement and long may it continue, I look forward to the day when we can field a women's team. We are still only a grassroots club in Cornwall Division 2 (snakes belly) but we own our ground and clubhouse and have money in the bank. Many much more senior clubs wish they could say the same. https://www.facebook.com/ClubHouseLankelly/ So I can be a bit braggy too about my contribution to my Club and rugby in general. I am sorry if I touched a nerve with you I in no way intended to be dismissive. Just wanted to emphasize that rugby is popular with many because it is a lot of fun to play.

Happy Boys on Saturday

Don't underestimate how much fun contact sports are. I was at my club watching them win their first game of the season last Saturday, I would have loved to be on the pitch with them if it were not for the case that I am way to old and fragile for that malarky now.

They aren't that bad mate, pretty close to qualifying for the last 3 World Cups. If it wasn't for some clumsy skullduggery about importing a South African player they would have been at the 2019 World Cup. And yes I know practically every nation has imported a Saffer now and again. just that Spain were particularly bad at it. Obviously still a tier two nation but but still a good standard and better than most UK club rugby outside of the Premiership.

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I am pretty sure it was, didn't see the owner to ask.

The front end is from a later model R100. The wheel and Brembos give it away.

Well all the females in the family were off to some Gymkhana today and I had planned to do next to nothing so I rolled out of bed late at 8:30 and had a look on my phone. There was a message from last night saying if you want to ride up to Kitt Hill for breakfast meet us at 4Turnings garage at 9:00am. Panic stations as Louis at Kitt Hill do a Killer breakfast. Shit, dressed, teeth and I made it with 5 mins to spare. I met up with two mates one on a 1986 BMW R100 and the other with a 1973 Triumph Bonnie. They gave a lovely sound track up to Kitt Hill, 30 miles or so. When we got there it was the start of a Classic Bike meet which was a complete surprise to us. We got our breakfast orders in sharpish then sat and watched the bikes arrive. It soon got much busier I loved the cam gear window on this Duc Can you spot what’s odd about this lovely old R100C ? I loved this old Sunbeam. The guy riding it was just as old and scruffy. Cool dude though. Spot the ignition switch on this Cotton. I am guessing there must have been 100 bikes or much, lots of modern Triumphs, Harleys and Sports Bikes but I only photographed what I was interested in. Afterwards my mate on the R100 had to go home to let the dog out, single guy. My mate with Triumph suggested that we go up to Dartmoor for a ride. It is stunning up there and of course I never thought to photograph any of it. We did stop in Princetown for a coffee overlooking the Prison. Actually, although it sounds grim with the Prison and all, Princetown is a very nice little town. We then headed up across the moor to Chagford turned around and did a sort of X shape across the moor and back. Great day and not planned at all but lots of fun. Couple of moments when my mates Bonnie didn’t want to start but with some swearing and a few kicks it came back to life. Of course I took the piss with my reliable Honda. It’s always the unplanned trips that are the best. Now off to apply more after sun to me head.

FFS.

I normally have my textile over trousers on by October, only go for my gortex boots if it is actually pissing down, which could be at any time down in the far south west on our narrow peninsula. So I reckon your friend should take his overtrousers and gortex boots or get wet if s/he gets unlucky

Alright then the fat fucker in the red check shirt

Singing on Fowey town quay yesterday. Yes I am the noisy bald bloke

Yeah I am a big fan of Disturbed. His rendition of the Sound of Silence is epic.

It alright don't call social services I am ok Just a bit busy at the moment, but have been lurking when I have the chance. Have been following the drama on here.

If I am boring you do tell, but I have just remembered another entertaining incident. Working with another Advanced Paramedic we were tasked to go and change a female catheter at a well known local care home that dealt with people with dementia, normally the more severe end of the spectrum. Quite sad really I can't imagine it is a very pleasant place to work. This Paramedic is my age, very experienced and a Cornish Biker so we get on like a house on fire. Just as an aside nobody in the service really likes dealing with female catheters, apparently finding the urethra can be tricky, or so I have been told. But the District Nurses don't run overnight in Cornwall so the buck stops with the 111 service. Anyway we arrive at the care home that is built like a big U with the car park in the middle of it. I am pretty chipper as I know there won't be a need for me to chaperone as the care staff will fulfill that role. It is summer so the windows are open which is a bit disturbing, as at times the poor people are crying, shouting, wailing and sometimes screaming, also it sounds like it is coming from all around you because of the way the building is, like a I said it is a pretty sad place really. Anyway my clinician goes to the door is greeted by a member of staff and goes in. Because the windows are open I can hear him chatting to the carer as they walk along the corridor which runs parallel to the carpark. I also hear him enter the patient's room with the carer and him talk to the patient, introducing himself and explaining what he was going to do to help stop her pain. Apparently a blocked catheter can be very painful. I hear rustling, obviously opening the catheter pack , and some more chat, next I hear this massive shouted Whoop!. It made me jump so much that I nearly fell over as I was outside leaning against the car, it was that loud and blood curdling. The clinician came out quite red faced and I said to I imagine they all don't go like that, his response was: "No that was a first for me". We spent the rest of the shift giggling about it, which doesn't paint me in a good light but I found it very funny.

Probably worse , Cornish Italian at best

This chap again, he was pensioned out of the marines with an injury so still in his 30's. Very gung ho and daft if there was a chance of adrenaline. We came across an Audi A3 on fire on an A30 slip road. I stopped 100 metres or so back ,set the beacons going (flashing lights) and called 999. Then I looked out the car window and action man was sprinting down the road and pulled open the Audi drivers door only to be engulfed by a cloud of flame as soon as the oxygen got in. I started thinking fuck fuck fuck and ran down to find him about 20 feet back on his back, no fringe, no eyebrows, with most of his beard gone but ok if a little singed. Absolute fucking idiot, I said to him after, what did he think he was doing the car was well ablaze with no sign of anyone inside and if they were they would have been long gone given the amount of smoke and fumes inside it. It was a nicked car that had been torched, as the police hinted at when they arrived. I suppose it was a very brave thing to do but he was very lucky. Of course I only gave control a very sanitised version of events and took him back to our base to sort himself out. I do miss working with him, interesting fella.

Ok I will give it a go. One of the advanced Paramedics I worked with was an ex marine who had seen his fair share of life and death, but great chap. I had to take him to change a blocked catheter for a bariatric patient in a local holiday camp which was housing allsorts of troubled people during the covid lockdown. In between calling our service and us arriving she had drunk half a bottle of whiskey, had happy fun times with one of the more troubled men living on site and shat herself. He had to go in and sort that and I had to chaperone. We were both ashen faced after that one.