Meast could not have set himself up better. He's complaining about his hangover but that's the lesser of the two self-inflicted injuries!

I was having a little gloat earlier and must share a great mexed mitaphor from the Bladdersveldt Daily Examiner:
(...at 48-10) the writing seemed to be on the cards.

Happy Birthday? Every Leyther was blowing out candles last night!

Hope your lot pull through, Meast - though with Leeds still to come, the subplot to the wonderful story of Leigh upsetting the odds is now one that I can watch unfold without incurring a MCI