I did have one respite from the rugby at the weekend: Mrs B and I went to Casino Royale party. That's right: bleeding fancy dress again. But thank goodness for an easier theme: the party was at a riverside restaurant bar so I parked up on the opposite bank, donned my pale blue speedos and swam over.
I fancy I made quite a splash. And not just when I jumped in.
A splendid evening, even despite the barman refusing me a cash back on my Northern Rock debit card. Where's Felix Leiter when you need him?