Friday meeting up for lunch and a few beers, in a nice hotel. Drunk by 8, stay out till 4, lousy dancing, cautioned, slapped and tucked up by sunrise. (All with hilarious consequences).

Saturday morning, full welsh, trolleyed, naked in the ground, sing songs to Joel. Either carry on or begger off to the pub in the afternoon. Back in the evening for the Saints Wigan game, lots of banter. straight out after that to push the boundaries of taste & decency.

Sunday, a few at the games, back home for about 11PM, get my bollocking for missing valentines weekend, fall asleep attempting to watch us on sky+. All followed by weeks of ridicule when the evidence goes on facebook.

you wouldn't believe the grief the mrs has been giving me this week (infact you probably would)

[i"what do you mean you're going away to watch the rugby all day on saturday... this is valentines weekend"

"This has been planned for ages... you knew about 4 months ago i was going the rugby.. we can have a meal on valentines DAY"

"oh that's just great...selfish... blah blah blah.. bloody rugby blah blah blah... what am i supposed to do all weekend etc.... moan moan moan...."[/i

in the end i calmed the situation with those 3 magic words.

[i"SHUT UP MOANING"[/i

I feel sorry for you Steve,you live such a sheltered life!!

When i told my other half,it was valentines weekend. She said "i was giving her the best present,she could ask for."Whats that i repiled."Leaving me in peace for the weekend" was her reply.Charming.

she wont be saying that when you come crashing through the front door at about 3am with a half eaten kebab in your hand.

Leaving Friday lunchtime from Girona, same plane as the team.

Weekend on the pop then fly back to Beziers Monday morning.

12 from my village coming but probably 300 in total. You'll see us around town in our sang et or!

Just a usual weekend then eh Steve?!

Funily enough it's not these days. my better half has a plan to integrate me and turn me into an acceptable face of the community.