Breakfast in the local… a light-hearted look at how the Lions unite the country

It was Wander Woman, not Gal Gadot, you understand, but a stranger who strayed into the Royal Oak at West Molesey who decided to cut the pesky Kiwis down to size.
“Those tongues of theirs,” she said during the deep gurning of the haka, “they’re like fly-paper hanging out.”
Trouble was the Blues’ hands were like sticky wads as well and almost every pass found its mark while the Lions huffed and puffed through a succession of moves truncated by calamatous penalties.
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