Tag Archives: Food Bastards

491. My Bit

As my regular readers will know, since mid-August I have been getting in trim to help Richie and the boys climb their mountain. Call it superstition, call it paying homage to the karma of the rugby universe, call it bat … Continue reading

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484. I Hope You Appreciate This, Richie McCaw

Yesterday was a fasting day, as prescribed by the Food Bastards (aka Kathryn and Birgit at Real and Vital). They’re the ones who got me on to the 5:2 diet and are using NSA-style surveillance to make sure I stick to it, in the hope/expectation … Continue reading

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447.Doing The Grumpy With The Food Bastards

As you know, I am doing my bit for the All Blacks by losing weight and getting fit. It worked in 2011 and it … oops, nearly bad ju-ju. The Food Bastards (aka Kathryn and Birgit at Real and Vital) have got me … Continue reading

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414. Fighting the Food Bastards

Okay, I give up. Resistance is futile. The Food Bastards (aka Kathryn and Birgit at Real and Vital) are winning. Since I started their programme last month, in order to fulfil my part of the bargain with the Rugby Gods, I’ve lost 9.6kg. … Continue reading

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396. Bugger. The Food Bastards Are Winning

Despite Captain Tinarse saying “We want more rugby and less whining about food”, the point is that Ned bringing in the Food Bastards (aka Kathryn and Birgit at Real and Vital) is about the rugby. It’s my way of appeasing the rugby gods … Continue reading

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387. The Food Bastards

As I noted last week, MrsDavy has put the fear of failure into me with the thought that, if the All Blacks fall over in England, it will be all my own fat fault. Because, as we know, the 2011 triumph … Continue reading

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380. MrsDavy Kicks It In The Guts

MrsDavy still surprises. At one level, I think she tolerates me with a sort of feudal noblesse oblige, as if I am an old retainer that came with the house. I have my strange ways, rugby foremost, and I’m not … Continue reading

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