I am not a rugby fan. Never have been. Yeah it's my country's national sport. But growing up with three sisters it never made it onto my radar. I remember associating rugby with grey, rainy afternoons and sport on tv always made me feel vaguely depressed.

But here I am, at 8.14am on Sunday getting ready to turn on the tv and cheer my team on in the hope they will thrash the French and win the World Cup.

Am I wearing black? Yes! Hah! But it's purely coincidence. I always wear black. Thank god I'm not Australian, if only for the fact that I would not be caught dead wearing yellow and green. Oh but how I love Australian weather... and beaches... and seafood... and mangos... I lived in Sydney many years ago and never have I been partied so hard and been so goddamn healthy at the same time. But yellow and green? Sorry guys, but that was a serious error of judgement.

Anyhow this rugby thing has got me all patriotic again. I feel a constant pull back to my homeland and at times like these it's so strong I just want to pack up and go. People always say; "you're from New Zealand, what are you doing here", but the problem is the two things are poles apart, literally, and it makes it so hard to choose between them. It's a constant battle.

Saying that, New Zealand sure has the upper hand in my heart today.
Go the All Blacks!