Going Live...

Monday was a day off from the grind and our usual ahem posting frenzy as our evil employer overlords had devised an off-site event designed to make us more happy, efficient and productive wage slaves. Well that was the idea, but we reckon they’ll still keep slipping the ‘happy juice’ into the coffee machines to avert the forthcoming revolution.

We have to mention the Max Mosely scandal simply because when that sort of thing comes along, you can’t not, especially when the head of a respectable multi-million pound sporting cash cow high octane motor sport is caught in a Nazi orgy of spanking shame (copyright News of the Screws 2008). Whatever next? A Premiership manager caught on mobile phone camera giving some dozy tart one over a car bonnet ...ah oops.

Anyway the point of that rather long and rambling intro is that we spurters were live at a real sporting event on Sunday for the first time in absolute ages and feel all the more virtuous for it. Rather than settle back to watch it on the goggle box with a beer, instead we attended in person as London Irish took on Bristol in the Guinness Premiership at the Madejeski.

Now Mrs Spurt is a new convert to the rugger and was hooked by the meaty on-pitch violence and swift passing and running at last year’s World Cup, so it seemed like an ideal day out particularly since we live within walking distance and IT IS A LEAGUE SPONSORED BY GUINNESS.

What a revelation. Reasonable ticket prices, a great atmosphere, rival supporters happily co-existing side by side and even heaven forfend, applauding skilful play by the opposition. Great entertainment on the pitch too and a good time had by all: in short all the things we used to enjoy about footy before it sold out to the money men. Footy you have been warned....