So it finally looks like we've sold the company - at last. Not quite what we were looking for financially, but, mustn't grumble. The fun starts here with lawyers and accountants plus the expectation of being dicked about by our buyers. What the future holds, who knows, I can't really deal with thinking about it, and to be honest I'm not that concerned. It will definitely involve taking the whole summer off and pissing off somewhere warm.
The six nations starts on saturday and we've got our best chance of beating the English for years, counting chickens. We'll probably do the hokey cokey in the lineouts and bung it straight to Grewcock and then do a passable impression of an Italian retreat in the scrum. Still, its got to be better than watching Gloucester, which has been a pile of donkey sick recently.