With the longest day just three weeks off, the dog days of summer arrived this weekend as temperatures sneaked into double figures. I went to a free festival on Newcastle Quayside in the afternoon and then on to a back yard barbecue in Sunderland where a load of shivering Frenchies attached themselves to the radiator and wore coats in front of the fire.
Not many weekends left now before the World Cup takes over. The streets are already full of family saloon cars with 50p England flags fluttering from the windows. Shame it all looks less like a declaration of support for 'our boys' than a banana republic's Liberation Day celebrations.
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