Zombie Keith

I caught the game too, at the ungodly hour of 3am, Singapore time! While I'm not a big fan of rugby (hardly a fan actually, since poor me doesn't have cable), it was after all the World Cup. A veritable special occasion. So I popped down to Jon Lee's place to watch the game, and found myself interestingly enjoying it. Well I don't know all the technicalities, but there's something about towering hulks throwing themselves at each other in a sweaty, bloody frenzy for a little olive-shaped ball that gets the adrenaline running. Oh not to mention the fact that the dwarfish (by comparison) referee commands so much respect and deference. Rugby players really deserve to earn more than soccer players, for their hard work and humility.


Oh and I realise that I'm becoming a Chong, cultivating a reputation for alcoholism. That is not good. I shall abstain from alcohol of all kinds, and stick to water and juices. At least until Wednesday, when I might visit Wala after tea at my tutor's place. Jack!