Well since RR is off limits, how about we discuss candlewick dressing gowns. Mrs Sqews dressing gown was nicked off the clothes line in 1962. It was pink. It was found decades later when a dr. hitched the flap of fat up off a locals knees, that had descended to their ankles. But was no longer pink. The nation was in an uproar. Scandal, newspaper headlines, sermons, state of the country addresses. It was a grim time for us dear people. Grim indeed. But we fought through, as Kiwis do. Poor Mrs. S got such a shock she died. It was a lovely funeral. Lots of vegemite sammies, and the local boys played a game of rugby on their front lawn. Broke their front brick fence down, and a few neighbours window panes went west. The police closed the road because the players got a bit 'far reaching', and the game ended up 20 miles away. But they came back for the beer. The road was still closed, but what are barriers for? The first 15 were there, both sides, along with with about 60 reserves on both sides. It pays to be ready. Since the brick wall was gone, it gave much larger scope. And very interesting bounces from the rugby ball. Bricks are quite fun really. What can I say, Perhaps never nick a candlewick dressing gown, It could be a start anyway.