Peter Bills: Living life in the fast lane at Six Nations
Published 03/02/2011 | 05:00
Let's call it Six Nations fever. Well, that explains it as well as anything. The grand old tournament, which begins this year in Cardiff tomorrow night when Wales meet England, seems to infuse each country with a unique, lovely lunacy.
And you don't have to be a rugby nut to get caught up in the atmosphere, to share all the excitement. Far from it. Normally sane people seem to do the craziest things at this time of year and the whole rugby fervour to be found in Dublin, Cardiff, Paris, London, Edinburgh and Rome rubs off on everyone.
How else to explain some of the journeys people experience from, to or around the respective stadia? Of course, the players, bussed sedately to and from the grounds by police escort, wouldn't experience such things. But the rest of us do.