The club have now confirmed that we're not just replacing the pitch, we're replacing the under-soil heating pipes and the whole shebang.
They had show jumping at fer park in the late 50's. You can imagine what the surface was like after that. I don't know what a horse weighs, half a ton or more maybe, but coming down from 6ft plus did a fair bit of colateral damage.
You are right they weigh about 500 kilos. EDIT: I remember they had showjumpling at the old Wembley, and it made a right mess of the pitch for a long time afterwards.
I suppose it is a decent way of describing 3 x fly halves piggy backing 3 x prop forwards. Just out of curiosity - Eff Cee home that day too?
On the contrary. It's their heads I don't like, they're just too big. I stay well clear of all hosses and their oversized heads.
I like them, I think they are beautiful creatures. Spent a bit of time in stables and they are so powerful it makes them intimidating. An ex took me to a horse jumping event at the Sheff arena and we got front row seats bang on a jump. Watching them clear 7-8ft almost vertically dropped my jaw.
They frighten me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Well there it is, I've said it. I hope you're happy that you've publicly humiliated me? Moths scare me more though. They're just f**king mental. Little, powdery demons with no sense of direction or fear sent by Lucifer to terrorise the living.
I didn't mean to humiliate you and I don't feel I have. Having an irrational fear of something like moths is, I believe, quote sinister and menacing. It's not a sign of weakness. It shows a humanity which merely serves to emphasise your stone cold killer streak. I can't be near wooden chip forks or ice lolly sticks.......feel better?
Oddly enough I do. Serious question; What would happen if someone lobbed a lolly stick at you? I ask this because if a moth, especially a big f**k off one with flared nostrils, comes toward me I scream like a Wrong Direction fan at a Donny game and run off in the opposite direction. Make no mistake, I look mental but it is what is. Nasty little bastards know exactly what they're doing.
You're a big pansy carmine. I really cannot understand anyone's fear of moths. They're one of the most useless, pointless, harmless creatures on the planet.
They are made of dust. They have no sense of direction. They have no fear. They are the work of the devil. They have yellow eyes. Do you want me to go on?
I'd go windmill, flailing like an idiot. The thought of that texture wood touching me sends me postal. MrsFT shares your loathing for moths. MommaFT hates moths/bats bazzing around her head but that's cause her brothers dropped a dead cat on her head off the garage roof when she was 8. Understandable.
A dead cat? Very harsh indeed. My mate lobbed a dead mouse over the khazi door when I was having a dump the other week. That was bad enough but a dead moggy? Christ on a bike, that's savage.
