To celebrate the start of the six nations. Two 90 year old Welshmen, Dai and Ianto, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Dai is dying, Ianto visits him every day. One day Ianto says, "Dai, we have both loved rugby all our lives, and we played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby there." Dai looks up at Ianto from his death bed, "Butty boy, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you." Shortly after that, Dai passes on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Ianto is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, "Ianto -- Ianto." "Who is it?" asks Ianto sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?" "Ianto--it's me, Dai." "You're not Dai, he just died." "I'm telling you, it is me," insists the voice. "Dai mun! Where are you?" "In heaven," replies Dai. "I have some really good news and a little bad news." "Tell me the good news first" says Ianto. Dai replies. "The good news is that there IS rugby in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better even than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And, best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get tired." "That's fantastic," says Ianto. "It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?" "You're in the team for this Saturday."
Boris Johnson versus Jimmy Saville. Can you spot the difference ? Saville knew how many children he had
