Early February means a couple of things in the UK. Generally, depressingly miserable weather, and more happily, the kick off of the RBS Six Nations. In recent years the competition has become as competitive as it has ever been since the beginning of professionalism, and/or the inclusion of Italy in the tournament; any one of four teams now has a realistic chance to take home the choccies at the end of the five weekends of matches. Which makes the tournament more interesting to watch, but not necessarily any easier to predict results.
With that in mind, I have recruited the help of some friends from my childhood to help me out. Not only did Zack, Slater, Kelly and co help pass the time and keep me entertained, they taught me some very valuable moral lessons in life, like “there’s no hope with dope”. Solid advice.