Group Stage Party

It was a dangerously simple idea: Baltika beer, vodka and a bottle of ouzo, plus a dish from each of the four countries (herring and mashed potatoes from Sweden, a Russian rice-and-crabstick salad, Catalunyan-style pasta and, erm, peanuts, feta cheese and these vine wrapped thingys from that haven of Greek culture known locally as Lidl the budget supermarket).

My head shut down around one. It might just have recovered in time for the quarter finals.