Sabotage Times, We can't Concentrate so Why Should You?

Every year the ancient town of Rye is lit up by a mob with burning torches. They parade through the town dressed as smugglers, monks and skeletons. And then burn a massive pyre. If only they could march on X Factor.

Standing on a boat on the Thames for four hours with one’s hat almost blowing off and having to endure all that sodding waving?! Nah.. this is how Lizzie would have rather spent her big weekend…

No rain, Murray out in the semis and a bunch of layabouts loafing around SW19. It’s like Last Night of The Proms outdoors. A tennis virgin’s view of Wimbledon.