Good always triumphs over evil ...

Far from a foreign experience, Cousin Slugg and Can't Stop The Rush took me to a London pub today to watch the AFL GF. For the foreigners, this is the pinnacle of one of the best sports in the world, Aussie Rules. Our football's Super Bowl. What was foreign was getting up in the morning's early hours and cracking open the first beer just before 4.30am. Sort of like going to the Anzac Day dawn service with a traveller. We had wisely decided against staying up the whole night.

Can't Stop The Rush was his solid self but after talking a big game, Cousin Slugg, had a shocker. Just moments after our arrival at The Slug and Lettuce (he had no excuses, this Fulham icon is even named after him), the self-proclaimed Slugger went to the bar, presumably, to get his "teammates" a beer. He came back with a drink. Not three drinks. One. And it wasn't even a beer but rather a nasty concoction known as a snakebite, the unfortunate combination of beer, cider and raspberry cordial. While I admit to drinking two (they were included in the £10 cover charge), it's no wonder why they haven't taken off back home. Truly awful.

Then Cousin Slugg started to yawn. He denied taking an injury into the match but we'll agree to disagree. The dynamic duo are sleeping on what is turning out to be (hold breath) a nice sunny day in London.

JB was in fine form consuming a pair of meat pies and a celebratory VB for the world-record price of £3.10 following one of the greatest contests in recent memory. Apart from letting me sleep on their couch, I thank the Rayman and UDI Can for a solid week of pub patronage in Glasgow as perfect preparation in the lead-up to my first game since early July. I'm sure that dynamic duo and friends are making light work of the two slabs of Victoria's Best in Glasgow that the Rayman bought for the pricey sum of £30 each earlier in the week. Meanwhile, as the London trio walked back home, they saw a Swans fan, decked out in the heritage jumper say, and I quote (with many expletives deleted): "Ohmigod, best day of my life. I have waited 72 years for this day... I'm only 18." A likely story.