Where do you start a thing like this, fuck it I’ll just start. I live in a house in Graystone’s owned by the Graystone’s rugby club. Four of us live here, Stevie a center from the Griffons in south Africa a good man until he gets the beer in him and then you can hear him use the line “do you want to see the body of a professional rugby player’. Frenchy a lock from Montpellier that’s in France for all you lot who have never left home. Two things you need to know about the French they are fucken grumpy all the time, and they love to walk around the house naked (I know how lucky am I). Then there is me Kevin who you all know and love. Now how do I explain this next individual, I like to call him the house mate from God put here to make me feel better about myself and to make us all fall over with laughter. His name is Franky but he goes by 'franky four fingers' and he is a pome. He plays flyhalf but did not make the side so he wiggled his way in to scrumhalf. You will hear a lot of this guy and there will be loads of videos for you to truly understand what I have to deal with.