You find yourself heading for the attic wondering where you left that South Africa-Ireland half and half scarf
You can’t wait to watch England get hammered by the All Blacks, but each passing minute makes you grudgingly love the Chariot a little more
Speaking of New Zealand, you lose count of the number of English rugby writers tweeting links to ‘HERE’S HOW ENGLAND CAN BEAT THE ALL BLACKS’ pieces
You find yourself looking up hot whiskey recipes and digging out your hip flask
You use the word ‘autumn’ even though it feels much more like winter
All your plans for November are squeezed into the weekend Ireland play the minnows
If you can’t make the game you don’t need to be up at ridiculous o’clock just to see southern hemisphere teams on TV
You spend an inordinate amount of time looking at Ireland’s greatest November wins on YouTube but steadfastly refuse to relive THAT NZ game.
All your mates think they do a brilliant George Hook impression. They can’t