Some of you may know that Bristol is my least favourite Premiership ground, it's hard to get to, even harder to get away from unless you “know somebody” (who is driving by a station), it's dank and we tend to get hammered.

But Worcester has to be right up there now, after April's pulaver, last night I rolled into Worcester 40 minutes late, though got to the ground easily enough. The game, as I've said wasn't very memorable from a Falcon's point of view.

The first half was dominated by the boot with Worcester 9-3 up at half time. I'm not sure how but I forgot the third penalty and with the scoreboard invisible to those with bad eyes, I had the score wrong for a lot of the game.

The best attack we had in the first period came when Steve Jones made a long run from our 22 into Worcester's half, and from a penalty which was kicked to the corner we came right but eventually knocked on as the Warriors put up aggressive defence.

Rory Clegg's off-night with hands and boot meant we had a difficult time putting fluid attacks together, although John Rudd and Danny Williams both made metres as we kicked more sparingly than usual.

Williams in particular had his best game for us I think, he looked sharp and dangerous, even scoring our only try in the last minute. His only blott was falling asleep as a high kick headed his way, but he recovered and dived forward to catch the ball.

Unfortunately by then Chris Latham and Sam Tuitupou had both scored, sealing Worcester's victory. Latham was injured in the most exciting moments of the second half for us, replacement Tom Dillon breaking from the 22 and then kicking and hacking forward to the line, chasing with Latham but unfortunately he couldn't control and knocked on, but the Wallaby was forced to go off to be replaced with All Black Rico Gear.

At least we had forced a Worcester scrum in their 22? No, the referee had actually brought the play back to our 22, so all that excitement had been for nothing. Within a minute Tuitupou's score put us out of the hunt. Williams' late score did nothing with us nowhere near a losing bonus point.

So that's the game done with in a disorganised manner, but I was pretty tired last night. I legged it for a bus, and one finally came about twenty past ten, and I arrived at Foregate Street station six minutes before the 22.44 last train to London was supposed to leave.

It eventually left half an hour later, having at one point disappeared from the screen, and then stopped for ages at Evesham. Finally got back to London at 1.40am, and got on a bus to Trafalgar Square.

From there, I got the first bus going near my place, and tried to get off to get a one going closer but it had left on a different route. Not a problem, until somewhere near Victoria, some ticket inspectors got on, and decided to bring a couple of lads downstairs and hold them until the police came, as they reckoned one of the lads had stolen an Oyster card.

I finally got home with a huge headache at 3.10am, 22 hours after I left for work yesterday morning. But it's not all bad, the Falcons may not have won or threatened to win last night, but there was much more aggression and enthusiasm than against London Irish, and the lineout was much much better.

And Bristol lost, which is good, but we could still really use a result against Wasps next week.

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