Plenty more fish in the sea?

I wanted to blip the supporters in O'Neills cheering Mike Phillips' magnificent try, but was not quick enough. Spent much of the day moping but decided to have a good supper - baked sea bream with leeks, appropriately enough (although the connection was not conscious, just that they came in Thursday's veg bag and I wanted to have them while they were fresh).

It's not entirely clear when and why the leek (cenhinen) became a symbol of Cymru/Wales, but the association was firmly established by the time Shakespeare wrote Henry IV Pt I. The more modern symbol, the daffodil, is known as cenhinen Pedr, or St Peter's leek. This fish always reminds me of the John Dory, known in French as St Pierre Galilée. Mike Phillips can probably walk on water, as it happens; but that wasn't enough to clinch victory on this occasion.

Chances to win the World Cup don't come round very often. The fish in the sea are finite, too.

The wine was French. Bastards.