Rugby World Cup Semi-Finals

After some bone and nerve-shattering displays my beloved Wales hauled themselves into the Rugby World Cup semi-finals yesterday by sheer force of will and I thought I would resurrect an idea I had early last week where I would graphically depict every team in the quarter finals by an LP from their respective countries. 

Sadly my daughter was, rather selfishly, 18 this Friday and so it never quite came to pass.  So putting my randomly selected Scottish, French, Japanese and Australian representative albums away* I finally got my arse into gear before the idea was fully wasted. 

So semi-final one:

Much as I love the yowling priapic excitement of the Datsuns, I am hoping the Clash clampdown means they’ve been, umm, train-ing in vain.  Purely because I think we have a small chance of beating the Clash and none whatsoever against the datsuns.

So semi-final two:

I admire Dollar Brand’s back cover karate skillz immensely but I am hoping that the Manic Street Preachers confound his hugely physical jazz with some smartly political rock, or something – look, basically I’m getting metaphorically mazed here I just want Wales to kick South Africa’s collective arses.

Cymru am byth!

691 Down (still).

PS:  Sam Warburton, ex-Wales captain and 1537 man-crush, favourite track ever:

*Cosmic Dead, Air, Boris and Tracer, respectively.