Right, another chance to alternately build our spirits up and then disappoint them. I can't be bothered to change the winning move so it's still Mornington Crescent.
Its Saturday and the politicos are all in their constituencies kissing hands and shaking babies and keeping well off our TV's allowing us to concentrate on the Rugby. Well something like that.
You get analysed by Cosmopolitan's psychic wanger reader, who says you have severe psychological difficulties and are probably bad in bed too. (I am not making this up. It's like palmistry, only not.)
Rosie is a master of Photoshop Elements (ref Would you welcome please) and can edit the photo to make it look like you weren't there [just like the sixties]