Lets get festive, all
Dark clouds on the horizon. Strong winds whipping up. The very real threat of a downpour. It must be time for another festival, writes our News Blogger Dave Burrows.
Already, as I write this on Friday afternoon, people are enjoying loud, pumping music and sitting in their own stench. . . as they are trapped in their cars queueing to get to Weston Park, where the V Festival will be held.
One piece of good news for music lovers is that over-hyped, horsefaced noisemonger Amy Whine-house (sorry, Winehouse) has pulled out. There is no truth that this is because of foot and mouth movement restrictions.
There were reports that Winehouse has checked into rehab, despite assuring us in "song" that she would never go there. No. No. No. We can but hope her next single is about never retiring from the music biz.
I won't be going to V despite there being some acts that I would like to see. Traditionally I could never go because it clashed with the Shrewsbury Flower Show. Now I don't go, because I live in fear of people saying: "Alright, pops? You here with your kids?"
No, instead I shall be spending my weekend watching Shrewsbury Town (did I mention we're top of the table?) against Bradford and returning Shrews oldboy Paul Evans (who I was in school with).
I will also be keeping an eye on developments in the Premier League for our fantasy football league. After the first week the Shropshire Star is the second most successful league in the whole country. The guy at the top of our league - a chap called Gary Morgan from the press hall who I have never met and now don't want to - is 8th in the UK.
I am floating around mid-table ruing Ronaldo but being vindicated by van Persie.
For me I am hoping that, like the 80s TV drama, V stands for Victory. For those of you heading for Weston Park, I fear it may stand for very wet indeed.
