Finally got back at 1.20am after leaving Twickenham at 8pm. Nightmare of a trip - faults on the line, engineering works, heavy rain. Should have taken no more than two hours maximum.
Shame Fiji didn’t really turn up for the final, giving NZ a relatively easy game. Here’s the scoreline with a minute to go:
And here’s an amusing picture of somebody drinking a few too many drinks:
Bit ashamed of what I ate yesterday: duck spring rolls, Cornish pasty at the stadium and two slices of pizza waiting for the bus back in Oxford.
There were a group of horsey-girls on the train from Reading to Twickenham. Platform 4a at Reading is one-way-only - uses buffers. One of the girls said “which way will the train be going?”, makes you wonder sometimes. By horsey-girls - I mean ones with affluent parents, kids have to do nothing to get lots of money. You can imagine they all had Prada vibrators.