The final night's festivities have been decided. Rather than walk miles to the nearest pub, we've patched the television into the cinema, opened up the last three crates of beer and invited the neighbours over.
Tonight is the England/France football game.
This will inevitably lead to a post at around 11pm which is either drunken and celebratory, or drunken and maudlin.
You have been warned.
(and no - I'm not a huge a football fan; but its the national team for goodness sake! Playing France!)
