Well done, Gareth Thomas.
In the seventies a posh meal was prawn cocktail, steak and chips with a chopped tomato, Black Forest gateau, and Matheus Rose wine.
In Scotland, pubs shut at ten, and drinking and driving was something people tried to get away with.
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If you try to blind someone in a game of rugby, you should be banned for life.
I don't know the legal hot-water test here, but I saw a couple of eye gouging incidents on the telly this summer that the authorities ducked out of like pathetic little children when, actually, those high-profile players should have been ejected from the game.
And there's a recent one, too, by Stade Francais scrum-half Julien Dupuy.
I thought rugby was stronger than football and could send out a tough message. Now I am not so sure.
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I think it's time we had a British and Irish League.
The Welsh would like to play with the English, the Irish would like to play with the English, and the Scots would like to play with the English. Oh dear, I wonder what's holding it back?
My theory on countries is that we are all just split up by lines that someone drew on the ground hundreds of years ago.
Newcastle and perhaps even Manchester are closer to Glasgow and Edinburgh than they are to Bath and Gloucester and it's just a hop to Ireland and Wales.
Anyway, there we were after the stirring 33-11 Glasgow win over Gloucester on Friday night and local captain John Barclay came to join us on BBC Radio Scotland.
"What really motivated us," he said. "...was watching Sky this morning when Will Greenwood said that Gloucester would definitely beat us and it was a banker for them."
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