It's rare that I go to a rugby match these days; probably once in two years or so.

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

But every time I go I am amused at the extent to which all the cliches are true. Rugby crowds really are made up of polite, well-spoken chaps in Barbours, often accompanied by their wives, and younger bucks in groups drinking vast quantities of beer whilst remaining perfectly civilised. It really is rather charming, and reminds one that the ranting, spitting drunken sweary types haven't yet overwhelmed the decent majority.

wd rugby crowds and wd well-mannered football supporters.

[Pioneer]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

[Pat Vegas]

[Berni]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

No one spitting obscenities through their teeth at all.

[Berni]

as you went on your drunken odyssey, ranting and engaging in fisticuffs. :-(

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

I think I blended in rather well. I even wore a college scarf for the event.

[Berni]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

He definitely called me 'blud'. There may even have been a 'fam'.

[Berni]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Indeed, his speech was a strange mixture of south-east London and what I assumed to be Jamaican patois. Very confusing.

[Berni]

[Sir Charlie of Nicholas]

Also, something something Thatcher; UKIP.