Indian Summers and Dark Nights

Okay, we made our predictions and we even made a podcast. And we got it wrong, really wrong.

We thought we were the heroes Gotham needed, but we weren’t, so we went underground and re-gathered our thoughts.

Along with the feeling of embarrassment inflicted by Mike Harris’ last minute conversion against Wales and Ireland’s close call in the second test against the All Blacks, I was further frustrated and baffled by my complete lack of computing skills. The podcast, the source of TCI’s embarrassment, insisted on playing every time the website was loaded, meaning that any unsuspecting visitor was rudely subjected to our (inaccurate) opinions. But we’re slowly getting back on the proverbial horse.

The Summer Internationals were a wake up call for us and for Wales. Whether it was cowardice or inexperience, the whitewash was horribly disappointing. England battled as hard as ever in the final test against South Africa and were rewarded with a great draw and Ireland were never really at the races. Their close call in Christchurch against the All Blacks was admirable but due to the All Blacks’ sloppiness and inaccuracy rather than latent Irish ability (see the third test for more details).

With a rugby season coming to a close in the South and starting again in the North, we (hope) to stick with it this time and keep our ill-informed and inaccurate opinions flowing. But, if rugby has taught me anything it is that there is far more to life than slating Berrick Barnes (sorry).

I went to India. I’ve been told that people go there to find themselves: spiritually, romantically, intensely. Indeed, TCI found itself new life in the most unexpected of places - its very own Indian Summer. Lying in an air-conditioned bedroom, rendered useless by unforgiving dysentery, I watched Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight and was giddy with excitement after Gordon’s final speech. So, braving the liquid excrement I dragged myself to the local shopping mall to watch the last instalment of Nolan's trilogy. Needless to say, Batman comes back and kicksass, so that’s what we’re doing. The Dark Knights of amateur blogging.

Disagree with us, slate us and hunt us ('cos we can take it), but most of all, just keep reading us. That way, one day, we might make some money. Like JC, Bruce Wayne and Eminem, we’re back with a brand new rap.