I try. How I try. But the lovely Helen comes from a rugby playing family, and married a rugby player. All bar one of her four brothers are well over six foot and all are built like outhouses.... think our very own 'teef on steroids with but with celtic tempers! At one (very special) time we were the 4, 6, 8, 9 & 11 of the same XV. Thus her definition of athletic would be somewhat different. Think Paul O'Connell or Simon Shaw. But, fair play, I'm not it either (anymore)!
Most often when she sees a roadie she is heard to say, and not in a good way, "Oh God! Look at his arms!" before making a course Irish remark about, well let's not go there, suffice to say it involves not being able to hold on to one's woman during moments of intimacy.
I liked your Dark Star jersey, Greg. Nearly as much as I like their espresso beer. I notice there's a beer map on their website! Perhaps someone, ahem, based down that way could look into the relevant boozers and their possible opening times, with an eye on the post-Newhaven rehydration...
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