Yesterday evening, I met Simon and John for a fun-filled evening of Eurovision and retro gaming in the form of Super Bomberman 2.

We first had to save Simon from a hard day’s work at Sainsbury’s. While waiting for him to take advice from Gok Wan and change from his uniform into some eveningwear, John and I browsed the supermarket aisles.

The Fashion Guru

I accidently ended up buying a few bottles of cider, the biggest England mug in the universe (it’s probably larger than the World Cup itself) and a multipack bag of Walker’s World Cup crisps. These crisps supposedly reflect a flavour from every competing nation. England’s being Roast Beef & Yorkshire Pudding, with the USA getting associated with Cheeseburger flavour… the Yanks must be so proud.

I am yet to see the other flavours, but suspect France have ‘Frogs Legs & Snails’, South Korea to be given ‘Dog Steak’ and Argentina, with inspiration from their manager, Diego Maradona, ‘Hand Baked Cocaine’

Mmmm... dog crisps

On route to Simon’s, we stopped at the local Italian takeaway for pizza. While waiting for our food to be cooked, we saw two local English lads working in the kitchen get berated their fiery Italian manager. I believe the scenes witnessed were similar to that of those in the England dressing room, where John Terry and co. receive a telling off from their boss, Fabio Capello.

1 pepperoni pizza, please!

While eating our pizza, we watched Eurovision. Tacky trash as always. How could Greece afford to enter? How did Iceland manage to get there through all the ash? Why did the UK bother? The one pleasing aspect of the contest was watching the German entry singing in English. I think that shows who won the war!

The best Eurovision song ever

After watching a load more awful songs, a handful of dodgy costumes and far too many unshaven armpits, we decided to play Bomberman. Tiredness and the unfamiliar atmosphere of Simon’s house caused me to play a little less than satisfactory. I believe Simon claimed 5 victories from 5 games. As I struggled to stay awake, while being blown up by Simon’s bombs, John yelped and screamed with excitement/rage/frustration as he too fell victim to the deadly explosion.

The evening was rounded off by watching highlights of the League One Play Off Final (which Millwall unfortunately won). Watkins, who is the world’s most anti-football fan, giving his expert analysis on the match and questioning the mental state of the overzealous supporters and players.

Typical Millwall fans