Manila 2007. It's the Year of the Pig, so we got dressed up like butchers. The only thing we lacked were straw hats. Strangely enough, my girlfriend finds this shirt, with its blood-dripping numerals on the back, more offensive than the previous year's offering in the Year of the Dog, which featured a cute design of canines sniffing each others' rears.Shortly after this photograph was taken, we took the field against some team of expats from Thailand I think. Grewers made a particularly fine little break before he was collared by their scrum-half, who then decided to start pumelling the poor lad's head with his fist. Your correspondent was mysteriously the closest player to hand, so I charged in and attempted to intervene. Moments later, as Bouch remarked, it was like Swansea on a Friday night. I was yellow carded for being the "third man in" and we developed a taste for pugilism that found full expression later that night in the famous Ringside Bar. Only in Manila will you find a bar where there is a boxing ring and you are encouraged to fight your mates (albeit in comically oversized gloves) when you can hardly stand up.
This tour was also notable for the appearance of a friend of Richard Lewis's (back row, far right), who claimed to have played for Wales but was pretty rubbish. No surprises there then...
Enough reminiscing I feel.
Harps