Monday, November 03, 2008

yipee kai ay its the autumn internationals




'Calm down Kite for fuck sake its only a game!!'


Above: Pip Chief Wiggam Kite can't wait for rugger!





yippee ki ay motherfuckers - yes i am as excited as a vest laden middleaged man who is about to blow up a a lot of Europeans. Yes I am more excited than Bruce Willis. Incidently the Germans had mullets so indeed, deserved to die.


Anyway the reason for the excitement is that summer is gone (what summer), the rugby season is well underway and now we come to the autumn internationals. As we can see from old Chief Wiggams face above many people pee their pants about the best teams in the southern hemisphere playing the home nations. Grief! these games are mouth watering but i have a problem. It seems a little churlish but i just think that playing the big 3 every year is taking the mystique and the specialness of playing the likes of the All Blacks. This arguement isn't rational and i put my hands up to it. I know we play the Six Nations every year and that doesnt take away anything from what is the best sports competition in history (Lovechickens v UWN will be but lets give it time) and i also know we in the northern hemisphere should be playing the south to stop being so in awe of them like the English did under Snakey...i mean Woodward, we cant just go on the pitch against the All blacks as plucky losers anymore and i understand this but what i am saying is i want these matches to be special.

Facking hell the first time i remember us playing New Zealand is in the 1987 World cup, getting bummed by them in 1988 and then when they came on the 1989 tour of Ireland and Wales. That tour was amazing and unforgetable - it made me fall in love with rugby even deeper than before, it actually made me want to play (well done twats). Anyway back to the gripe, the next time we played them was in 1995. So in 8 years we played them 5 times and that was twice in one series and 2 world cups - actually they toured us once in that time, recently we have played them over here year in and year out. What about Australia/England or Australia/Scotland - what the fuck is so unique about these games anymore - thats why people look forward to the Lions!!


Anyway i am sure rugby geek Richie Morris would disagree with me but we need to start seeing month tours, i want to see oz, saffers or kiwis play one or two countries and top regional sides in that country - thats incentive to do well in certain games - win the league, EDF or the European cup or shield and you get a money spinner of a match against a touring side - sorted.

So which are the matches we should be looking at. Wales are European champions so should we be seeing them wipe the southern hemisphere from the pitch - not flipping likely. i think we are moving forward in leaps and bounds, we can compete but can we step up to the mark on the big occasion. we failed in south Africa in the summer, some fantastic play but we couldnt cut the mustard and we payed - i think we have a chance against South Africa but it depends how we start against them. i think we will suffer against the kiwis but i think the australian match will be the big one for us. We would have built up some steam by then and dogged by some close results against the others, this will be seen as the one to pay back the fans and the management.

England will be intrigueing as we can see how much of an influence Martin Johnson has been in the few months he has been in charge. England have got the strength to compete and beat the best in the world but they havent clicked and will they. They seemed to have stopped the Volcano experiment, which is good - i wouldnt blame the player though - there is no point in picking a giant try machine on the wing if you are not going to use him even as a decoy player. bones of contention will be who will be at half backs, is new golden bollocks Cipriani ready to take on the world and will Danny Care be picked ahead of his competition especially now that Ellis is back.

Ireland have an average age of 63 and again we will hear - 'Its time for these core of players to dleiver and this is their season'. BOD looks like he is back to his best and the displays and results by Leinster and Munster must be heartening. i also think that Paul o Connel is fucking ace. Kearney the utility back is also a greattalent but i also think its ironic that someone called 'carny' plays for Ireland.

hmm Scotland, thet havent the domestic game or the strength in depth of the other nations but once in a while they produce the goods, Frank Hadden has yet to join the Guild of Alchemists and turn base metal into gold but they are starting to put in a structure that will stand them in good stead. They produce great scrum halves but they have the injury problems of porcelain Pete Farrel - who actually injures himself getting off the bus to the ground and has been known to sprain his ankle talking about the game. What Hadden needs to do is help the jockinese people fall back in love with the game.


anyway thats enough of my pearls of wisdom, i wouldnt mind hearing about other peoples views. all i do know is that we have a month of international rugby and if that doesnt make you spaff your pants i dont know what will.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

My favourite moment by Alex Unibrow

above - Unibrowed dirty picture taker

Thinking back on my favourite Love Chickens moment isn’t an easy task. From the moment Ferg called me “Iestyn” (while holding a copy of Rugby World held next to my head, just in case anyone was unsure), I knew there was something a little bit special about him, and the bond he creates with people, which is the backbone of the Love Chickens.My resemblance of the Rugby League and Union player has long gone, along with my hair, being replaced by a more furrowed, one lined brow. One thing hasn’t changed, and that’s Ferg and the camaraderie he inspires within the LC’s. Casting my memory back of Uni and Love Chicken days, there have been lots of moments that spring to mind, most of which are making me laugh as I type this.

Bath Spa Sevens, 2002, I was able to achieve my best sports photographs, including – Big Will throwing up, Carlton scoring a try, and Taz, Earl and Ferg surrounding Little Rhys, while naked, with the Ref showing them the Red Card. Unforgettable.Over the years I’m sure several pubs in Cardiff have kept in business because of the pounds sterling LC’s have handed over the bar, and I’m sure quite a few barmaids have also heard us tell them that we love them.



Above: dirty boys
Reflecting on LC moments couldn’t be done without mentioning Kiwi’s at some point too, the place where you lose your inhibitions, your looks, your clothes, your mind and your money all in search of women that have everything a man could want – Tattoo’s, facial hair and hairy chests. Yet, a night out wouldn’t be complete without it – plus Morgs falling asleep with a cock drawn on his face.More recently were the trouncing of the UWN Rugby Team on the shittiest day of the year, a magical mystery tour on the bus (which was going to take us to Cardiff via Usk if we hadn’t stopped the driver) and watching Wales win the Grand Slam.
Other events that come to mind are having the responsibility of photographing an LC get married in the best Wedding I’ve ever been to (even though I was throwing up blood an hour before), watching Ferg tackle WRU Chairman David Pickering, “having a quiet one” on a Friday - and not returning home until Sunday, being hit in the eye with a chicken nugget, swing ball and tears, turning into Hitler, being refused entry to several Newport pubs before 7, and losing my phone and wallet. After thinking of these situations, and many others I haven’t put down, I’ve come to realise there isn’t one that I look back with fondness or affection.
It’s all of these memories, which I love. Moments which create the look that a fellow LC will give when you meet in the street, the craic when we have a chance for a pint or two, the ability to meet up and even though we haven’t seen each other for months – we talk and get on as if we’d never been apart, which makes me smile when I think back, and look forward to the stories we’ll have to tell in the future: it’s this that make us what we are today – proud to be a Love Chicken.




Tuesday, October 28, 2008

A Day to Remember by Fat Mike


It was an early morning on Saturday the 9th July 2005, in search of breakfasts and a few pints we headed to Y Mochyn Ddu to watch the third Lions test. To our disappointment it was shut, so a brisk walk to the Cayo Arms was the order. Due to too much cider and red wine the night before it hadn’t crossed my mind that Will was not in view, and I was oblivious to the following statements:

“Can Squirrels fly that far?”

“Is it warm?”

“Is it a grey or a red one”?

“How did you catch it”

“Did he climb a tree to get it”

“He should wash his hands after touching that!”

“He is sick!”

“Look at his mullet, he wants that cut”

“He wouldn’t do that if it was a Honey Badger”

Then it dawned on me;

I wonder why that Squirrel is getting bigger”.
Then it nearly hit me!

M Stephens Early Morning Drinker 9th July 2005

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The rooster returns and this time he is pretty much serious

The Rooster returns

Its been a year, actually more than that. The pub golf in Pontypool last year was so hard that its taken over 12 months for me to get my fat fingers back to the chickens blog. Neath was even worse but less said about that the better.

Since people realised that there was to be no more blog, Lovechickens HQ have been unindated with call begging us to restart and so I am honoured to present to you - Lovechickens - the return.
Since we have been off the air the biggest news other than the South Africans winning the world cup was that the Lovechickens RFC had played and won their first XV aside game. In the driving rain and with minging hangovers we destroyed the young whippersnappers of Newport Uni. Other than a disapointing injury to the gap toothed, marge simpson haired non Scouser and Pete Dev injecting his grubby fingers with oil - it was a great day even if the weather like it is now was shit.

Other news

Fergatron and Two fannies went off to France for the world cup where they met up with US Superchickens Big Doug, El Cubano and sleepy Geoff. The great news is Wales were shit and the boys had to watch former canabalistic giants Fiji take on the eventual humour by-passed winners - the spring boks - but more about supporters in another post. Oh how they laughed a week before in a busy pub of italians and jocks before their big game as Wales were made to look like girls throwing balls and realised they had to spend the entire week explaining that they were actually in france for the Fiji quarter finals and they were actually from a small village outside Suva called puncheston. Its doesn’t matter because Two fanny's hands are virtually black anyway with all that dirt.

I am not going to blow my load too early as i have lots of news to tell so wiwill give snippets over the week. but i will start off with some titbits (hahaha tits!!)

Marriage
I believe that there are plenty of cheaper ways of living your life in perpetual misery, among them buying a dapper new set of orange dungarees, becoming a muslim fanatic like Bruce and buying a one way ticket to Guantanomo Bay or alternatively applying for a job as Ski's underpants. Anyway despite all the evidence stating for most people getting married is gay both Big Jim and Sam have tied the knot. We have missed Big Jim recently although the ex-Newport Uni chickens have seen him a bit. Sam has been about, a lot….when he takes time away from his German empire.

hmmm Sam is a small and angry man and is in charge of a giant German force….how long before he annexes Austria and marches into the Sudetenland………oh yeah and he has honestly changed his surname to Lawson. Big Will has also changed his name from Matthew Williams to tobias arseface penispickler but that’s another blog.

where are you know and what are you doing - The rooster will be going around members to find out news and gossip where they are!!

more news later in the week