Call me a picky old fellah if you like but I don't see the point of playing rugby at 20:00 on a Friday night.14:00 on a Saturday was the traditional kick off time in Cardiff and Paris. In Cardiff, especially, one could fight to get into The Queens Vaults ( if you wanted a dusty pint ) or The City Arms or The Bluebell or Earl Haig club et al. I swear we could drink about 15 pints of Brains Dark, watch such nonsense as fart the penny and the spoon game and still make it to the ground and back home bursting at the seams in the days when DMU''s didn't have toilets. I think it was due to the consumption of about four Clarke's pies ( with pastry that could absorb anything and keep the most wanton alcoholic sober ) before the liver bashing started that kept us in trim for the day - that and the fact that Brains Dark was 99% water.