Groan. “Celebrations of Scotland’s 1-0 win over Holland last weekend have now been put down as a case of premature jock elation.”
The leaves falling from the ground are at exactly the right stage of swooshiness for you to run through them, but it two days they’ll be slush or in crushed scrappy pieces.
Last weekend was comedy French accents, Garlic and Shots, monster impersonations in public and dancing like Kate Bush in the street at 2am. This weekend starts at Late at Tate, if it didn’t start with the bus conductor playing blues harmonica last night.