Plan was to wander down to the Albion for a couple, as I needed to speak to the Landlord about a large quantity of ale for next weekend, then walk to the Queen for a couple more in the garden there, before a cab home, in time the game.
Needless to say, it's gone wrong.
Made it to the Albion. There were a couple of "pub mates" in there, so 6 pints of Gooden's Gold later, I decided that an early retreat was the best ide. I'm back home, alone, with a fridge full of beer, last dregs of Fridays takeaway curry to eat, and four hours to go.
Please god, an England win in 90 mins.