That’s pretty much how it happened. I’d kitted myself out for the Lions in anticipation and a Fatland lackey went out of his way to avoid letting me down gently.
Sucks. Particularly as I’d come up with a whole new supply of thigh-slapping, IQ-testing riddles to keep the lads entertained in Vegemite Sandwichville. Well, screw them. They’ll have to settle for watching Hoggy trying to cover fly-half for a giggle.
Anyway, I’ll save the thigh-slapping IQ-testers for the lads in Argentina and leave you with this little gem of a brain-teasing rib-tickler.