Why Bother? One assembly at good old Twickers (for those in the know or Where? for those not) they braodcast it over FM. Now, my wife had blown a fuse what with all the 'Happiest people' all jostling about and pushing and shoving, laying great swaythes of 'saved by the bible seats' so's they could fit their family in one row and so I said well lets listen in the car (good dub that i was). So, we scuttled back and slunk into the car expecting the Ass police to move us back to the stadium, when to our surprise there were dozens of Bro's in the car park stretched out on rugs, if you please, sunning themselves with their wind-up radio's tuned in - every half hour cranking them up for the next half hours 'food'. Some had brought tables and chairs and parasols like it was a barby and kids were playing footy. Great. We never went to the stadium again but parked up, put the seats back and nodded off - till the ice-cream man came round. Last time we went actually before the fade. To think all those years of a numb bum when I could have been comfortably esconced in my car.
Sounds great, if I didn't live in a part of the world where you could fry an egg on Jaracz's head in the mid-day sun. Unfortunately, within the vicinity of the convention center, the only comfortable place to be (that doesn't have a two drink minimum) is in the convention center.....