Honiton entertain Exeter Saracens on Saturday afternoon at Allhallows. Both sides are on bit of rocky patch at present and it’s wheels back on the wagon time for both sides.

Hopefully that will be the Honiton boys who, last week aside have shown steady progress as the season has gone on. Sarries started well but have dropped off recently, and one gets the impression their squad size is similar to Honiton, in that it ain’t exactly St Austell style 40 bods at training every week, twice a week.

I’ll be pleased to see my old mukker Bovingdon on Saturday and share a beer afterwards, but it’ll be party time come 2.30.

That brings me to a good point. 2.30 kick off this week as some of us are going to watch a small game at sowton after our big Western Counties West tie. Topsham 3rds vs Buckfastliegh 2nds I think.

Team News
Wilson and Dalton squeeze in Price this week as Hill has a rest following last weeks excitement. Lane is back in the row with Guilbert from the first whistle. Hannay shuffles back to the six slot. Small, who is not allowed beer on Friday is at seven, Rice at eight.

Witton is at nine with Meadows at ten. Hyland teams up with Barratt in the centres with Mclovin moving to full back. Selway is on the wing with Thompson on the other.

Hodge is on the bench with Way and Benny Boom.

Wos On
I’ve just watched the most crazy programme about tattoo’s. Some absolute chimps on there. One dude has got a tat of his ex’s name up the side of his head. Doesn’t see her anymore so get’s a tattoo of scorpion over it. Up his neck and over his swede. And then the same on the other side of his face. Superb. Any way, there’s this other welsh geezer who would make smally look like an amateur on the wholly moronic tat front. They are everywhere, including one website name right across the chest, and various swear words everywhere. So he get’s a massive eagle tat on his chest and one of his daughter on his back. Madness. Then there was a dude with 16 miley cirus tattoo’s. 16.

I’ve gone tesco Thursday night get some bread. Lock the car. Put the keys in my tracky b’s pocket. Oh hello, not in the pocket. Down the inside. But not out the bottom, kicking around in ruddy lining. Walking around with my car keys around my ankles. What a look. Then more bad news, ollie’s not working. Where else am I supposed to get a soiled granary from at this hour? I’ve had to go for fresh non-tampered loaf. They just don’t taste the same. Get to the check out, scan through the yogurts. Not coming through on the offer, 2 for £1.50. I’ve only had to have a word with Anne and go back. Turn’s out the greek yogurt and honey flavour yeo valley is knocked down from £1.75 to £1.50. It’s between the fruit flavoured Yeo Valley’s that are 2 for £1.50. WTF tesco, WTF.......FML. This is like the most misleading thing ever. I swear to Christ.

Get back to the check out. Get to the car, where I have to dislocate most of my sockets to bend over and beep the motor open, put the shopping down and fish the car keys all the way back up my leg and out the gap.

Got and said to Mrs G, ‘I’ll be honest, I’ve had a mare...’

Then that tat show came on. Then I wrote this. That’s wos on.