Top of the evening to y'all
Tonight I have to honour the great chucking of the bladder in Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud, and the screeching and wailing known as the last night of the Poms.
I will start with the former as my raffle items are nationally identifiable with each particpiating tribe:
• Johnny Wilkinson’s rugby shirt – minus sleeves
• One punctured New Zealand Rugby Ball
• One Ref’s whistle, pip missing, believed swallowed
• One Guinness glass from Ireland, empty
• One Scottish Jock-strap, used
• A Welsh National Stadium post, battered by the Welsh kickers
• One dead French cockerel (good for soup stock)
• An Argentinean box of Malbec, minus bottles
• One Romanian immigrant who will nick anything you want
• One Georgian weight-lifter (female)
• A Japanese piece of Puffer fish Sashimi
• One Canadian Mountie’s boot
• An Italian Spaghetti tree to plant
• A Fijian Frog, Tongan Toad, a Samoan Salamander & a Namibian Newt
• One S. African rugby cup, battered and stripped of its precious metal
• A half-glass of Russia vodka and a shot of Sturgeon sperm
• An Australian empty cricket trophy cabinet
• A US stamp showing O’Bama kissing, er, G. Bush on a Clinton card.