[Growltigga]

Growltigga utters a silent curse... "damn", despite those plucky Poles giving those wretched Americans a 3-1 thrashing, the bloody Yanks are through to the second round at Portugal's expense"

Growltigga ponders on the infinite and the openness of this World Cup

Growltigga leans on the bar, surveys the clientele and orders a diet dandelion and burdock "hmmmm.. why is Dogscoff knitting some bagpipes?" ponders the Great Kat, "hmmmm... why is Mephisto pretending to be a teutonic guitar hero?, why is Saxon doing a good impression of roadkill? and where is everyone else?

PS ENGGAAALLAANNNDD ENGAALLAANNDD ENGALLAAANNNDDD