An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
19 May 2008
Pipe and slippers
The result is in (sort of), it is still unofficial but it would appear the other teams got totals of about 108 and 102/103. So, unless some Mugabe-esque recount occurs, we won by a fair chalk/country mile/[add preferred cliche here]. I wonder what the reward is? Will we be able to retire on the prize money? Will we allow the fame to change us? Will we be hounded by the Gwentish tabloid press? Let's hope so.