When I was playing rugby on a regular basis, my fellow prop was a great brute - bigger than me (and I'm not small), heavily tattooed, a permanent scowl, and a beard you could lose a badger in.
I'll never forget if I live to be 100. He was giving me a lift home after practice, when he stands on the brake and bolts out of the car. I didn't even have time to think, 'Da fuck?' when he comes dashing back, stripped to the waist and holding a bleeding cat wrapped in his jersey. He jumps in the back and screams at me, 'Drive! Find a vet!!'
Long story short, Des - big, scary Des, terror of the rugby pitch - spent £1500 rebuilding a damaged cat, kept it for the rest of it's life and named it (I swear this is true) Captain Rumples.
Always liked Des.
Boru
I'll never forget if I live to be 100. He was giving me a lift home after practice, when he stands on the brake and bolts out of the car. I didn't even have time to think, 'Da fuck?' when he comes dashing back, stripped to the waist and holding a bleeding cat wrapped in his jersey. He jumps in the back and screams at me, 'Drive! Find a vet!!'
Long story short, Des - big, scary Des, terror of the rugby pitch - spent £1500 rebuilding a damaged cat, kept it for the rest of it's life and named it (I swear this is true) Captain Rumples.
Always liked Des.
Boru
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