3am

With the current obsession here with the Rugby World Cup I finally decided to get up at 3am Monday morning to watch the NZ All Blacks play Scotland in Edinburgh. This despite the certainty that a weak Scottish team (our big game comes up in a week vs Italy) was likely to be beaten soundly. A surprisingly large number of Kiwis watched the game too, despite them treating the first round games as little more than a warmup.

In the end the 40-0 result reflected decent Scottish defence against a mistake prone NZ side but poor kicking and few good attacking moves. The major problem for those of us watching bleary eyed however was the similarity in the two teams' shirts, making it difficult to decide who was on what team. I hear this was also a problem the players ran into...

I am still proudly wearing my Scotland shirt however (it attracts a certain amount of sympathy!) and look forward to the remaining games (plural I hope if Scotland make the quarter finals). They will be at a more hospitable hour.