The Bakery

I should have known that the only bar in Greenwich to be showing the rugby would be managed by a New Zealander. Really. No really, England was playing Soccer (ah, Football) at the same time, so it really was logical.

Fueled by alcohol, we (more one of my baking assistants actually) had good conversation with this Wine Biscuit, who I found to be a little dull, but could at times be rather tasty. Much like when you dunk said Wine Biscuit (... just to prove I didn't just choose a baked name at random here...)

The most entertaining thing about the Rugby was not that the All Blacks won (again), or even Richie McCaw (A veritable melting moment) - It was the commentary. Which was ALL. IN. WELSH.

Yes, it appears the Welsh were spying as a nation on what they will be up against next weekend, and so Seland Newydd took on Francais. As you can imagine, the translations coming from the pub were rather creative, especially the drunk welshman, who didn't actually know any welsh anyway.

As it happens, I am off to Cardiff on Thursday to watch the next match, so I was curious to hear the Welsh language anyway.