The Man, who was part of a group of men dressed as fairies, met another group of men – these ones dressed as rabbits – back in the early noughties. It was at the Heinekin Cup Final. Everyone was drunk. The fairies and the rabbits bonded. The rabbits gatecrashed the Fairies’ bus and went on an adventure with them. They all met up the next year. And the year after that. And the year after that . . .
The fairies have gradually subsided but the French Rabbits live on. They come to the final every year, dressed as rabbits, and The Man and his mate Danny have somehow joined them, in the absence of a band of fairies.
I love this. I love that on Saturday there were twelve drunk men in their forties roaming round Cardiff, dressed as pink furry bunnies.
What a bunch of knobs. God love them.
PS. I’m not allowed to tell you which of them is The Man. But he’s in there somewhere.