Arse no questions, tell no lies

Melodie Robinson is, it should be acknowledged, pretty awesome. Sky Sport presenter, commentator, two-time rugby world cup winning Black Fern, Otago graduate, mother of two, former Miss Canterbury. And smart. Smart enough to kick Steve Walsh to the kerb a few years back. However, not smart enough to know that you should never, ever, point a live TV microphone at a tribe of drunken Scarfies on the terraces at Carisbrook and expect PG-rated comment...



Erm, anyway. Good to see the terraces full again. The Highlanders under Jamie Joseph are actually playing something which could be interpreted as Decent Rugby, beating good teams away from home, and at least partially justifying that Massive Fuck-Off Perspex Box nearing completion on the harbourfront. They might even make the finals for the first time since Tony Brown was playing for them, which was a thousand years ago...

What's that?

Really?

At 37??

Faaark. They MUST be desperate.

And they are, the Highlanders, with all their regular 10s borked including the So Hot Right Now Colin Slade (glass jaw). Still, it is fairly amazing to not only see Tony Brown back in 10 for the Highlanders, but - whisper it - playing bloody well. To the point of being an outsider for the All Blacks' back-up second five gig at the Rugby World Cup. The one they're playing this year. 2011. Not 2003. Result will probably be the same - chokealicious - but at least they won't get gobbed on at the airport when they get home like 1999. They can get the bus home instead.

Still, the Wobbilies aren't winning it and everyone else is just as shit, so perhaps this will be the year the All Blacks finally get the RWC monkey off their back. Or perhaps not. Either way, this post doesn't have any sort of witty summative punchline to end with, as I simply can't be arsed.

Unlike the Duchess of Cambridge, it would appear.

The Doctor is OUT.