Saw the football in the Irish pub last night, with Eduardo and a couple of German guys. It was kind of sad, first we watched Norway get gubbed (which made Eduardo happy), then Scotland going 3-0 down, then at half-time in that game we switched to watch Wales being outmanoeuvred in Cardiff. We didn't see any of the game that produced the big shock, Latvia beating Turkey on aggregate.

A lady came into the Irish pub and tried to order pizza, thinking the Irish tricolore was the Italian flag. The landlord said she was about the 30th person to do that since he opened last year.