Rugger bugger

I've been enjoying this now well-established trend towards "naked calendars" and, unsurprisingly, a number of rugby clubs seem to have enthusiastically embraced it.


I'm not talking about Dieu de Stade here, but more local affairs.


This is a "university" rugby team from somewhere Up North -- Sheffield, I think.


They produce an annual effort that features everything but the cock. Which is a bit disappointing, really.


And also surprising, since elsewhere this team seems only too keen to show off their own and each other's winkies.


This is a trend I thoroughly applaud, and is related to the Death of Privacy on the net.


I love the idea of one (or both) of these chaps deciding to pursue political careers -- could this be their "Bullingdon Club" moment?:


I am utterly in love with this next chap and his exuberant nudity:


And that's before we see the hand of Spiderman entering the frame to milk his tiny winkie:


This next chap appears to be being felt-up by some of his comrades.


Although, in this final shot, I hope they're not laughing at him for the ridiculously shaved appearance of his man-parts:


We can all agree that was a Major Aesthetic Mistake, but one shouldn't be ridiculed in public for such things.