School's Oot

The corridors of power were very quiet this afternoon. Nothing to do with some football tournament on the go in some far off country, everything to do with it being the last day for students before they disappear off into the blistering heat of our Scottish summer.

There's ten and a half hours of on pitch action to suffer between now and the return to work on Monday, in glorious HD and no doubt matched in ABV.

The Domino's guy has just arrived so not spending too much time on here tonight, pizza and pizazz taking priority. Samantha's had some good news on the job front too, so the bubbly's already cracked open and I'm trying to work out how to watch the Uruguay v France match whilst sitting outside in the evening sunshine. Mirrors and gaffa tape at the ready...

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Okay, time to put you all out of your misery (at least, those that played along with last night's Quiz).

Looks like I claim the points on this one; no-one even close this week. 10 points to Delph Wynd Daily, woohoo!

And, as for the bonus points for the secret-word-of-the-week, again, no-one nailed that. The word was "ftoomsch"

Anyway, national anthems are being played... time for some fitba.

It was a top down view of these things