Hurricanes dah dah dah, Hurricanes lah lah lah!

On the Easter Friday (yes, it was good) we trotted off to the fine capital city of Wellington, to watch the mighty Wellington Hurricanes take on the Canterbury Crusaders in the Super 14 rugby.

To those of you that are unaware, the Super 14 competition is a tri-nation club competition from New Zealand, South Africa and Australia, and you guessed it; there are 14 teams.  Soon to be 15 with the inclusion of Melbourne next year, but that is an entirely different story.

Well dressed, and off to the game with John & Jody

So, I digress.....there we were in the nations capital, and it was a glorious day which prompted a stroll along the harbour front and a stop in the Loaded Hog for a quick squiz at the Grand Prix on the big screen, and a bite to eat.  Naturally with my plate of fish and chips, a beer was required.  I saw the Guinness, an thought that i would be sorely disappointed by this.  Now, as often happens my mind gets accidentally connected to my mouth and the barman heard of my reservations.   He was lightening quick to tell me that his Guinness had been voted the second best pint of Guinness in the world, outside of Ireland - quite an accolade i thought, and had a pint.  Result = not too bad.

Close to boiling point over 'great' ref decision

Now the beer leads me down my second ally of thought....I came across the single most ridiculous, stupid, crappy, rubbish, non-sensical, poor....etc.....law in, not only the whole of New Zealand, but in fact the world.  Get this....due to the fact that it was Good Friday the law was that in order to purchase alcohol you must purchase it with a meal (packet of peanuts did not count...).  This put an end to my wondering why so many pubs were closed, as were all supermarkets, liquor kings etc.....So, when you next see me and wonder why I have blossomed a wee bit, that is purely because I had to eat 24 full meals over he course of the day....I mean, what a crap law.

Any way, I appear to have digressed again.  What was I meant to be writing about?  Ah yes, the rugby.

Me and some random Bath gal, they get everywhere....

Being a referee myself, we have to abide by the unwritten rule that you should never ever criticise another referees decision.  But after watching this game I bit my lip more than once, and let my anger boil over in the dying minutes.  Of course the referee could hear me and will take into account my every calmly delivered word...at the top of my flaming voice....ah hem.....he was quite clearly being paid off by the Crusaders.

So there we go, the final score 26-26, with the Hurricanes mighty glad that Dan Carter can't kick to save his life.

After the game, it was a quick stroll back into town and time to order yet another full meal, just so i can have a bloody drink!  Even on reflection, the 3 stone gained was worth it.

Full time 26-26