November 22nd 2003. The Rugby World Cup Final, England vrs Australia. A date tattooed on the brain of all Englishmen, not to mention a few Strines and Welshmen, I shouldn’t wonder.
This movie even gives due credit to Old Dartfordians’ part in Johnny Wilkinson’s finest hour, if the movie poster is to be believed. And about time too, I say ! The bloke playing me looks a bit on the heavy side, but I guess that’s for comic effect.
Cannes ? pah … Grauman’s Chinese Theatre ? yawn … Leicester Square ? nowhere’sville …
Rob will be thrilled he’s finally made the big stage.
But be nice or he might send Greystoke round !
You leave the big fella alone. He’s bigger than us
No birthday blog ? Ashamed of having a birthday that matches your waistline ?
When you reach 34 there is no good reason to celebrate.