Living in my disconnected bubble as I am at the moment, I managed somehow to become convinced that the England-Argentina “friendly” was today. So I stayed in yesterday evening and continued to sort through three years of photographic, prints, negatives, and scans. Par-tee! Even if I didn’t see it, it’s nice to know that one of the best football teams in the World gave a satisfying kicking (or, in this case, nutting) to the fat-bloke-in-a-pub consensus. I wonder when the “the Argies weren’t really trying” bollocks will start.

The football-war connection is not intentional, but at least I remembered what day it was today and shed a silent tear onto my ironing at 11:00. I’m just the kind of Real Man who would have sent the Nazis packing.