Monday Laugh

For those of you who have been living under a rock - or in America - and don't know, the Rugby World Cup started last week.  England played its first match of the tournament on the morning of the 10th; from the moment we woke up on Saturday it was clear that Jon was struggling to determine how much cuddling I would need before he could ask about turning on the TV.  (I was nice about watching the game in bed.  I wasn't so nice when, in response to a question I asked him, he responded by saying, "Come on, boys!"  Harumph.)

As the World Cup is being hosted by New Zealand, matches start at the crack of dawn GMT.  My friend Adam's facebook status reads, "There are few things that will get me up this early voluntarily."  He's in good company - this is a pretty good indicator of what men all over the UK will be doing for the next six weeks, even though it is technically an advert:

("Swing Low" is, somehow, the national rugby song.  The blindingly fit men in the video are members of the England team and the guy at the end with the remote is their coach.)