Are you looking at me pal?

Brutish behaviour huge.

We went off this morning to collect the younger grandson, who is sleeping at present. The elder brat is shown here assaulting his aged relative while being under instruction in the fine art of front row intimidation.

This, in grandpa's day, was achieved by munching a piece of raw garlic just before setting foot on the pitch. If you have ever been in a front row reeking of garlic you will understand the horror of a schoolboy confronted by this in the 1960s. Our lot didn't have to threaten or use our stature, pure neat garlic worked everytime.

These days you need to be 6'2" or so to be a prop. So this lad could eventually make the grade, except his hands are so soft he may have to become, like grandpa a flyhalf with a wicked, if ineffective, sidestep, more likely to trip himself up than confuse an opponent. I do have memories of making a dummy pass, going past the opposition and then stopping, I was convulsed by the look of confusion on the other players faces. It was just about then that I was jumped upon. Happy days.

This little man does emotional things to me that are Neanderthal or ape like in their origins. Watch any adult gorilla and you will see the same empathy with their young. His younger brother is having the same effect.

RANT:

Has the recipe for the filling of Tunnock's tea cakes changed. We have just consumed a box, looked at each other and said, "Rubbish, not as they used to be." Answers on new RBS £1 notes to the usual address.
Lord Goodwin of Cockup. (Pron. Co-up)