I am supposed to be going to a sports rave on Saturday. I am, as I am sure you can imagine, not sure what to expect. I dont't like raves. But I do like sport, a lot. I hope that my love of sport will outweight my dislike for raves, raving and ravers and make it fun! I cannot see how this will be the case, but nonetheless I am looking forward to it. What to wear? I sound like my friend Neil. But seriously what do you wear to a sports rave. In fact what do you wear to a normal rave?! I for one, don't know. At present I am considering wearing either my full cricket whites, with or without all the protective padding, or my junior school PE kit. I am leaning towards my PE kit, as plimsols are 'in' at the moment, not sure about the 11-12 white shorts though.
Before the 'raving' begins, there is the small matter of a huge rugby match. The old enemy, France, in the World Cup semi-final. 'The old enemy' is, as a history student I l have you know, quite the appropriate exprsssion. Only 200 years ago, England v France would have been a contest on the battlefield rather than in the rugby stadium. French Cavalry rather than blind side forwards would have been charging towards the English troops, although in both scenarios the French were wearing berrets and had a fresh baguette in each hand, making it difficult to a)carry a gun or b) catch an egg-shaped ball. Anyway the English team wil have to put such images out of their minds as they attempt to defend thier Rugby World Cup Crown, although it would be quite strange if France were to try to claim the crown, considring they have managed without a monarch since the revolution of 1785, but enough with the history. It would be a phenomenal effort if England were to reach the final of the World Cup. The media, had cruelly but possibly with justification, quite literally written off their chances, after their poor display in their opening group match against South Africa. Against all odds, another old enemy, Australia, athough I don't know the history, beyond sporting rivalry, were defeated in a fierce contest by the narrowest of margins. Lets be honest, you have to be brave to play rugby. It really looks like it hurts, a lot. I am not a whimp neither am I of slim build, as some friends often remind me, but I dont think I would have any time for scrummaging, tackling, rucking or mauling. Far safer to watch events unfold on the TV and remark from the comfort of your sofa, that while of course it looks painful, it is also very gay. Full grown men tackling each other, spending most of the game, wrestling/fiddling with each other on the floor, while the commentator rattles on about their tackle ratio's and conversion rates. Very gay. Not that I'd say so myself, at least not to ther faces, I' m not manly enough for that. But I am looking forward to the match, and I would love them (not like that) to beat France and reach the final.