The words of referee Nige

[charlie_cochrane]

I normally do my rugby squeeing over at my other LJ, but as this post is about Nigel Owens, it's entirely appropriate to have it here. If you've not come across him, Nige is a rugby referee - gorgeous, funny, gay and out in just about the butchest sport on the planet. Is it an issue? Don't be daft.



He was reffing the match we were at yesterday, looking particularly lovely in pink. Only problem is, when you're in the stand, you don't know what the ref's saying when he gives the players a telling off. As poor Mr C was at home with lurgy and watching the game on TV, he was able to report back on the classic lines:

Nige has assembled both front rows: There's only one thing wrong with this match. You six. If you don't behave I'll send you all off.

This is almost as classy as last week's offering when he called all thirty players (big hefty sweaty Celtic lads) together after a bit of "handbags at ten paces": If you want to be treated as adults, act like adults.

Oh Nige. I do love you.

Comments

[aglarien1.livejournal.com]

He sounds marvelous! You just have to admire someone like that.

[charliecochrane.livejournal.com]

*nods* Admire him to pieces. He's had a hard time of it (attempted suicide, fought eating disorders) but he's got through.

I read somewhere people occasionally shout at him "Are you bent*, ref? Oh, sorry Nige, didn't mean it like that."

*meaning biased

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Class!

[charliecochrane.livejournal.com]

Yep, dat's my boy!