I know next to nothing about football.

OK, that's a lie. I know absolutely nothing about football. However like millions of fellow fair-weather sports fans, I'll probably end up watching most of the world cup. I may even shout at referees and claim to have understood why the man in the blue shirt fell over! The interwebs reliably inform me that England's first game is this Saturday (12th June) against the USA, which strikes me as a little odd as I always assumed the Americans would be too busy for football, preferring a nice game of baseball, or a war.

 

Anyhow! It just so happens that we'll be down in That London on this fated Saturday evening, ready to play a full-fat post-match Soviets gig down at the lovely Monto Water Rats. So if you're in the area, pop on down to catch the football live on a massive projection screeny thing, and then us (equally live) on a massive stagey thing. I shall be stood next to Micky, who knows everything about football (seriously, you should see him go on pub quiz sports machines...), trying bask in his knowledge and thus making myself look slightly less ignorant....

 

Enough plugging damnit! Where the bloody hell did my sunshine go? I can only assume it's being syphoned off by our lovely new coalition government as an alternative fuel source...  or a way of powering Our Great Leader's internal smugness drive – providing boundless arrogance and self satisfaction all year round... or perhaps it's simply that I live in Newcastle and yet still expect at least 4 months of summer per year. Where do you think the sun went? Send us a message on Facebook and let us know your theories!

 

Most entertaining one wins the moon on a stick.