I jettisoned my TV back around the turn of the millennium, and events like the about–to–spew football world cup remind me I was absolutely right to do so. Without a goggle–box, we’ll miss much of the mosquito–bite–like hype.
However, the local Italians, Portuguese, and the French across the border, celebrate wins by wandering around all the nearby towns honking their horns, so I will still, unfortunately, get a feel for the results.
People will probably ask me whom I support, so I’ll pretend I smoke naughty things and say Wessex, who, so far as I know, haven’t had a success at Lords for rather a long time.