Celebrating magic...

I tentatively ventured over the Nek last night with Docstar in tow just to make sure the millers at Caprice were ice cold. Jones doesn't always work the bar so we were concerned in his absence that they may have let their high standard drop.


Our fears were unfounded, the MGD was so cold it could have been Miller High Life. But moving along, we surveyed the refreshing taste of the beveraged whilst surveying another interesting spectacle. That of a very boozed and somewhat unstable looking Naas Olivier, 'swaying' like a Perishers track.

The first time I was introduced to young Naasie was from behind the polls in a SAU rugby game where he converted 7 flawless kicks over the polls and our UCT huddle making Pukke's domination pretty emphatic.

However his swaying last night didn't bring back the memories of the forward dominated ass raping we recieved that day but rather of another memory. You see, Varsity on one rare (fucking rare) occasion won quick attack ruck ball. The ball spun out to flyhalf Paddy Fitzgerald who had runner on his inside and space on his outside. Paddy took it up his channel, introduced himself to young Naasie, and broke his line so badly he just stood there swaying worse than he was after last nights binge.


Ironic then that the jog to my memory coincided with today, because today is that mercurial stepper Paddy is 22. Happy birthday big guy. So here is an iced cold miller high life, to mad stepping, deft passing, slick touches, easy women, big hits and pressure penalties.

Definitely the hottest thing in Edinburgh this winter...