Buoyed by our cricket team’s success in taking mighty Scotland to the penultimate over last week, I’ve decided to jump on the sporting bandwagon, before the Premiership starts and I go into hiding.
When I handed over my haul of CAMRA magazines to Dave last week, I left a Panini World Cup album in the bag. He’s still looking for the USA page.
All you really need to know about the World Cup is on Lady Sinks The Booze‘s blog, including recommended apparel and strategies for getting a seat next to the TV.
I don’t approve of TV football, of course, even though it funds Raheem Sterling‘s salary. There’s still time to drive our campervan to Saransk to see Denmark v Peru on Saturday, but I fear Mrs RM may have more ambitious plans now we’ve survived the BRAPA visit.
Peru are my favourites. I particularly enjoyed watching them in ’78 for some reason.
World Cup flags in pubs are great, aren’t they ? Wetherspoons on Monday was a delight, with a customer telling staff that the flag they were putting up was the Irish one. I think it was Iran, which was close.
Our local has been renamed “On me head Sun” for the duration, and I may just pop in for a Peru game to see if they’ve any special football themed beers on.
There’s two bars in the Sun, one with high stools and Jamie Redknapp.
The other one, where we treated Simon to a pre-emptive tick last night, has the old fireplace, Punk IPA and Mrs RM talking politics.
You pays your money…