We’ve all seen the photos of English rugby player Mike Tindall with his face in the bosom of a woman not his wife. This was in Queenstown, a few days ago:
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Thank God. For a ghastly moment there I feared you were going to let the RWC pass you by. Clearly, this is not the case and all's right with the world
Hell no. Sadly I am reduced to watching the games on TV - hooray for Maori Television! - but my wife will attend one of teh semi-finals. I am being very good about that.
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