Good Friday

was rather good indeed in the end. Once I'd managed to get off the bloody phone with Tesco.

Good Friday in Pocklington is Rugby 7s day at the rugby club. Where various teams from around the country bus in and play, then spend therest of the day getting drunk in a rugby style in the local pubs. As last year and as the year before, the local paper is promising riots and terrible criminal drunkenness. And as usual, all that happened was that the town was busier than usual and there were slightly more drunk folks behaving relatively nicely. See, what the local paper really needs is to spend a weekend in central Birmingham, then they wouldn't make such a big deal over the Good Friday rugby 7s.