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Diary of the 17th Man

Aug 19 – Roll of the Dice

T minus 2 The Prof was fairly nervous as the bus approached the Team’s London bolthole late this morning. He was concerned about the whole business of keeping the check-in process as discrete as possible, given that we had booked (and paid for) the Presidential Suite on the top floor, effectively gazzumping The Captain from receiving his customary end-of-tour upgrade. Managing the disbursements from ...

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Aug 18 – Paintball Always goes Wrong

T minus 3 I had dinner with Thea in the evening at Le Sacrebleu on Gold Street.  We saw The Prof on the way out.  He said he was going to sample the delights of a “local Vietnamese diner, the one on the highway with the red neon sign” “Oh, you can’t eat there,” Thea said winking at me and ...

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Aug 17 – Collapsible Middle Order.

Day 2 – Aust V English Lions Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away… (Antigonish, Hughes Mearns, 1899) I feel this morning like I did as a child wandering through the rooms of the derelict house on the corner, next to the vacant lot ...

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Aug 16 – No Axes Here

Day 1 – Aust Vs Eng Lions Another day, other hotel, and another group of waiters and bell-hops who have somehow managed to perfect a special half smirk/half smile that says “I know who you are and I know you’re LOSERS!”  We see it everywhere we go now and I just want it to stop.  Not that I should be ...

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Aug 15 – The wheels on the bus . . .

As we packed up and shuffled off to Northampton, we were all thinking the same thing – A two day game between Tests at this stage of the tour – what were they thinking? We can look back on the formative stages of the Tour, with Australia A games in Edinburgh and Belfast while the rest of the team were copping a ...

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