Wooden Spoons

Today marks the end of the 2012 Six Nations.

Let's just say it hasn't ended well. (It is technically still going - a few mins left of England v Ireland)

Here is what I didn't want to happen today:

1. Scotland to lose to Italy and therefore finish the competition without a win.
2. Wales to win the Grand Slam.
3. Dicko to not have a good game in the England shirt.

I'll give you three guesses about what happened.

Hmph.

I'll address them in reverse order.

It is weird to have someone you know playing for a team that you really don't like. It leaves you feeling very conflicted but I always hope that Dicko plays well despite playing for England (shudder.... And to think he could have played for Scotland!). Anyway, Lee didn't have the best game today which I don't like. He was trending on Twitter for a while for all the wrong reasons... but once he was subbed it became clear to me that there was even less love around for Ben Youngs who replaced him (that is until he scored the try just now probably). There is a lot of hate out there. So sad.

I did not want Wales to win the Grand Slam. Jonathan Davies (former player, now commentator, not the current player) is insufferable as it. I would have given just about anything to see the smile wiped off his face. I generally like Wales but that man puts me off the whole country. I would have loved to have seen France smash them hard.

Scotland 'won' the wooden spoon. I'm past understanding this. I know that we've got the makings of a fabulous team but it just doesn't seem to translate onto the pitch. But here's my thought, wooden spoons are useful pieces of equipment, especially for stirring things up. So, maybe things will get stirred up, shuffled up and broken down and maybe, just maybe, this will be the turning point and the start of great things to come. I know the boys have it in them.

Ever the optimist. :)

iPhoto Faces

I had many a moment of hilarity the other evening whilst I was procrastinating - procrastinating with moments of hilarity is the best kind. I was procrastinating, by the way, because I have two exams next week and I need to study.... but studying is..... studying.

Instead of burying my head deep into my Human Biology and Health notes I was confirming who faces belong to in my photos on iPhoto. This is quite a fun part of iPhoto which is another means of organising your photos so that you can find photos of specific people easily... a bit like tagging on the dreaded Facebook. Anyway, sometimes iPhoto tries to help you out by suggesting that faces in the photos belong to people. Sometimes this bit of technology is brilliant and gets it spot on....
(Please excuse the pictures in this post. I'm sure I could have done fancy screen shots and cropping but I have a camera on my phone and I will use it.)

Sometimes you can kind of see where it is coming from....
(Mairi is Caitriona's mum if you didn't know that.)

And sometimes.... sometimes it comes up with a blinder....
Um, what??! Not even remotely close. Not sure how it would even get to this conclusion.

Here I was trying to tag pictures of Michella. Yeah, none of these males are Michella. I don't know who should be more insulted.

I spent a few hours entertaining myself this way. Such fun!