Plus, Mrs P rang last week primarily to say she had drawn Argentina in her work sweepstake, but also to ask if they are any good - can you tell she doesn't know too much about football?
For a punter like me, there are betting opportunities aplenty for the next month and, as it's a four yearly comp, I can get away with placing them without the usual tutting. Even the righteous have trouble imposing their morals on us during World Cups, although this could be a test case for their increased powers so one never knows. After all, they've already fired an opening salvo.
So enticing is this, that I'd be tempted to watch a couple of games in the pub if I hadn't been made to feel unwelcome in every single one of them. It's the first World Cup since the Health Act, so the half time exoduses would be amusing to see.
All in all, I'm rather in the mood for a bit of rousing football-related music. No, not that Corden rap rubbish - something inspiring whilst also evocative of a time when life was, well, more relaxed.
Shall we? I think it's in order, don't you?
