In New Zealand, there’s no greater achievement.

Once you’ve played for the national Rugby team, it’s not “Oh, he used to be an All Black”, it’s “He’s an All Black”

I knew 3 – Kel Tremain and “Snow” White (both from Northcote, where I grew up) and Bill Clarke, Robin Fullmer‘s Dad.

(Steve Fullmer once said “Man, I hit the jackpot – married a Maori princess and my father-in-law’s an All Black…)

Anyway, the Rugby World Cup gets underway in 24 days 00 hours 2 minutes and 9 seconds (at the time of writing), All Blacks are favourites and – given that it’s in the UK – I can watch it all at a civilised hour.

Drinking a short black, as they call a double espresso Downunder.

This one at – you’ve guessed it – kaffeekommune 2, where I hear the coffee grinder starting up as I park the bike and Tony doesn’t even ask what I want.

What a fine life….

26 Aug This entry was published on 26 August, 2015 at 08:00. It’s filed under Away, Culinary, Mainz, Sport and tagged Kaffeekommune Zwei, Robin Fullmer, Steve Fulmer. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.