Monday, July 11, 2011

#ladyruggafugga



It all started on a on Saturday. Binnet, Slorer and I had gone for a small enormous razzle at Clapham the night before in lieu of 1 x rugby playing friend/Haysoos being in town.

While razzling, abundant amounts of alcohol were consumed - including the mandatory Patron XO CafĂ© for Binnet, Caramel ‘It’s like sex in my mouth’ Vodka, Tequila and Red Bull Vodkas. We danced our faces off, watched 2m tall rugby player’s booty shake and rolled out of there around 5am.

It’s safe to say we were hanging worse than the accused in the Salem witch trials on this particular Saturday.

We gathered the ‘Slores’ for lunch and met at Primi Rosebank. We smashed pasta in our faces. We laughed hysterically at and filled Schmims in on the night before’s events – (“Ha ha ha ha ha, climbing a Jesus jungle gym, ha ha ha ha”).
We were all ready to get onto our merry way (read: Go home and sleep the horrendous hangover off) when we spotted the rugby on TV and realised that we’d actually like to see what was happening in the Sharks vs. Brumbies match.

The gals and I got to discussing the game of Rugga, some of the beautiful (and not-so-beautiful) male specimens that grace the game with their dapperness, with Schmim’s man person, Sharman, having joined us at Bulldogs.
We openly spoke about the game, made sexual connotations with every play made and pretty much drove the entire pub nuts with our ‘Woo-yeah’ing with every point the Sharks scored.

Sharman suggested that we make something of these antics. We thought why the hell not? Sharman said he’d get his sports mad friend, Bounce, involved and make it somewhat of a feature on his blog.
The following weekend we gathered to watch the Cheetahs vs. Crusaders match. We decided on the hashtag #ladyruggafugga to poke fun at the sad display a certain sports channel’s chauvinist excuse of finding a female rugby presenter.
I, for one, was quite excited this was the one we were starting off with. While the rest of the world’s female population has the hots for Daniel Carter aka Deniel Kaaaaa-ta, I have a soft for Richie McCaw. My affection for him rivals that of my love the double entendres – which is the exact reason I call the New Zealand & Crusaders captain Richie ‘I’ll Richie your McCaw’ McCaw.
We were on a roll. A now famous nickname for Cheetahs 8th man, Ashley Johnson was born. From that day on he was known as Ashley ‘Vadge Patch’ Johnson (until the twat cut his hair short a few weeks ago). Suddenly the Twitter world was a-flutter tweets with the #ladyruggafugga hashtag:

  • @KirstyStoRAWR: Not sure if it’s Dan Carter, or if I’ve spilled my drink, but I’m sitting in a wetspot.

  • @KimSchulze: "He’s the best vadge-patch. Covers all the gaps.” Commentary on Ashley Johnson

  • @allhail: #whattheyshoutinlineoutcalls "25,33 Sasol, RICA by next Friday, jou ma se po*s”

Eventually the hashtag became a trending topic in South Africa – impressive considering the amount of crap we spoke and the fact that not once did any of us mention the score.
With Super15 Season now complete and a slew of rugby on the way in the form of the Currie Cup, officially starting this week, the Tri-Nations starting in a few weeks and the big one, the Rugby World Cup starting in September I have strong feeling you’re in for many more lol-arious #ladyruggafugga tweets.
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4 comments:

  1. I love you All Hail, but do worry about you sometimes. You remind me much of a younger me. I unexpectedly met my future husband. I was the extrovert and party girl and he was the professional and an introvert, but still crazy in his own way. Together we complement each other in terms of our strengths and weaknesses and have great synergy together as a couple.

    You are going to have to find a real man to settle down with. A man that also likes to exercise as much as you, that is brave, that has the confidence, patience and understanding and not be threatened by you or your friends. A man to accept you and love you, for just been you.

    We became very excited a few weeks back. You know what I am talking about. You know when the Universe intervened out of the blue and slapped you on your backside. Sometimes doors that appear closed are not actually closed, or lead to other doors to be opened. Keep dancing !
    Lady K

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  2. I am not sure what is going on here, but it is rather exciting. Beautiful flowers were sent by a mystery guy and now this Universe giving a slap on the backside note. Please open / close / break down the required doors and hook up. The curiosity is killing us here !! Anon for this :))

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  3. AllHail, I tend to agree with LadyK. I am very curious about FlowerGuy (FG - yes I have named him for you). FG has restarted my belief that romance is not dead in these times and there are gentleman out there. Those were beautiful flowers sent to you, not inexpensive at all, and clearly after much thought....and so effing ballsy.....I love it !!

    This all before your photos of the Durban July and Africa's best touche....very interesting. Guys like that do not go quiet without a good reason and not after FG has done....you need to find him and the reasons. Sometimes men are not too savy when it comes to romance and woman need to speed things along. You have nothing to loose and everything to gain.
    Vixen xxx

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  4. Hi All,

    Apologies for not replying to your very detailed comments sooner.

    You're all right - I'm the eternally single gal who hangs out with the boys, works in a male dominated environment and yet never really falls for anyone.

    The truth is, I have my eye on someone, but logistically it isn't possible right now. I'm not even sure what his feelings are. I've put it down to meeting someone who I was meant to meet when I did, for reasons unknown.

    I have the strong opinion that if something is meant to happen it will - it may not happen right now or when you want it to or unfold exactly how you want it but it'll happen if it's meant to.

    I've, in the past and quite recently, put a lot of pressure on myself to be what everyone else wants me to be but have realised (with age and with the help of some very savvy friends of mine) that that isn't always what is best for me.

    Right now, I have a very busy work life that is keeping me fulfilled. The minute that changes or someone that walks into my life at the right time and changes it, it'll all fall into place. I have no doubt about that.

    Until then I'm happy to work my bum off, continue meeting people and be my fun-loving, energetic, crazy self.

    xoxo

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