Them's the brakes

An instant karma smackdown. It's the only logical explanation for the Fordulent 1-2-3 which blighted an otherwise entertaining afternoon on The Mountain - your correspondent's earlier skiting at the expense of the hapless All Black Nation getting the response it deserved, i.e. my boys' blackest day on the big hill in my lifetime - Team Red haven't been wiped like that since the infamous factory Ford 1-2 in 1977. Meanwhile the HRT/HSV team pits were left strewn with discarded brake pads, warped disc rotors and puddles of fluid from bleeding the brakes on the Toll cars, the whole place looking like a scene from your local Midas (though without the massive overquoting and price gouging, obviously.)













Typical, you wait ages for a taxi and then three turn up at once

The Wallabies' loss was probably also my fault for laughing at an English postdoc who was wearing her nation's colours, shortly after their dismal game against Tonga. Clearly a karma get-square.

Mea culpa.

Which leaves just two unanswered questions from the weekend:

- Given all of the above karma-related reamage, how much of a pack of bastards must everyone in New Zealand have been in a previous life to deserve yet ANOTHER early flight from the RWC?

- Who the fuck would invest their pride and joy with Supercheap Auto Car Insurance?
(And if you make a claim, are you only allowed use cheap plastic parts from China for the repairs?)


The Doctor is OUT.