I'm in London, watching people sobbing uncontrollably as England fall into that usual abyss, commonly known as failure.

I bought my Steven Gerrard jersey just hours before the match, now it will reside in my closet as a permanent reminder of the pint glass that came within inches of my head.

You see, people don't react too well to losing. Neither do I, really.

In any case, it's sunny today, brilliant.

Too bad I have to leave, again...