It was a weird and unusually aggressive night around town last night after the rugby came out.

We went to watch the game at the Union Steamship Company, down on Britomart, and that was fine, though the game was below average. Later at the Coco Club, listening to some pretty good young jazz musos this older lady decided me and my mates were "Ghastly!".

She was pissed, but that doesn't mean she was wrong ...

We were quietly minding our own when she laid into us, mainly my mate Dave who was closest and who responded in kind.

Later still we ran into a real rugby boof-head. I said I thought the French defended quite well and I thought he was going to kill me. After abusing a nearby woman, he said they were a bunch of hopeless girls, or something generous like that, and they had no chance in the World Cup.

I reminded him they knocked us out of the Cup a few years back and again he glared as if he wanted to rip me apart.

Lucky I didn't mention our theory about the throat-cutting movement in the haka: that it represents the All Blacks as World Cup chokers.

Maybe we need anti-social behaviour orders after all - to control bitter, middle-aged rugby fans.