I went out for a bit of a wander yesterday after i'd done my penance of 3 whole hours of intense work.

Low and behold, Paris had been taken under siege by big hairy blokes in skirts with furry things between their legs - we've been invaded by the scots ! *au secours*




Montmartre had been transformed into Glasgow sur Seine.







Let me explain - this weekend is the final episode of the annual Six Nations Rugby Tournament.

Every year France, Ireland, Scotland, Wales and Italy meet in a series of one off matches to decide which country is the bestest at rugby.

For years, things have been pretty much of a muchness with the English and the French alternately winning and relinquishing the trophy, with the other countries sharing the other spoils : the Triple Crown (the best team in the British Isles), the Calcutta Cup (between Scotland and England) or the wooden spoon (usually Italy or heuuum ... Italy).



Things have been changing over the last few years, what with the arrival of the Italians (who for the first time ever since thir inclusion in 2000, have won two matches) and Wales and Ireland who have started playing to their full potentiel.

All of which leaves Scotland ......



I remember a period when the Scottish team, which although a bit indisciplined at times, was a daunting prospect with their huge scrums, good running and passing game - i think they last won the trophy in 1991 - since then however, their game had declined throughout the nineties and seems to be picking up a wee bit now.

* just for the record, i love the French and Welsh style and absolutely detest the English style of playing*

Anyhoo ....

The Scots were in town to see their team play France at the Stade de France ... cue lots of bright coloured kilts, shock orange wigs and bagpipes !!

To judge by the atmosphere in the bar where i stopped off for a bit of a swifty, i imagine that a very good time was had by all - in despite of the score.