Rugby? No, rugby.

My uncle rang me about an hour ago to ask if I wanted to go to Rugby tomorrow. I declined, I'm taking Martha to the zoo and besides I'm not a big fan of flying to see some small pretty but rather crap on the coffee-getting town that I've spent quite enough time in already, thanks all the same. He pointed out that I'd obviously mis-heard and did I actually want to go see some rugby game or other in Dublin tomorrow, something about an extra ticket and not seeing enough of me. I declined, now better informed, cos I'm still taking Martha to the zoo.

I just related that to dad. Apparently I'm about to be disowned.