Marry me

I woke up at 6am feeling terrible. Hardly surprising as I was drinking champagne at 2am.

“We won,” I said to Rupert.

“I want to read the French newspapers,” he said.

“I want to marry Jonny Wilkinson,” I replied.

“I do too,” said Rupert.

Never has a hangover been more welcome.

(Read my Sunday Times article about our victory over France.)

Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007

2 thoughts on “Yeeeeeeeesssssssss!!!!

  1. Sad that there has to be a loser after both sides played so well – but I feel sorry for the French. At least my daughter is happy now that she will be left in peace by the French boys in her class. They have all gone quiet.

    Poor JW missed three more penalty kicks. These balls seem to have a mind of their own over a certain range. Perhaps JW needs a course in gunnery.

    Is there any truth in the rumour that Mel Gibson wants to make a film starring himself as Guy Gibson of damb busters fame, and Brad Pitt wants to play Jonny Wilkinson, a modest but talented footballer, who survives against the odds? Arfamo.

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