Mr Tog is watching some Kiwis thrash some Sandgropers. I don't watch most matches, I only watch matches that Lote plays in, because his legs and his grin are gorgeous.
Rugby in my experience is greatly enhanced by superb tiger prawns accompanied by a Barossa Valley Chardonnay Pinot Gris. Having a house full of chocolate in various forms is an accompanying anticipatory pleasure of the highest order.
I was going to post some pictures of gustatory titillation, but Blogger doesn't want me to. You don't get Lote's legs, either. Suffer.