Meet Dave the Cat: he lives next door. He likes eating our cats' food. And getting trapped in our house when we've shut the utility room cat flap to in only. And now he likes sitting inside our giant, weed-filled flower pot.
I suppose we'll find out this afternoon if God is an Englishman after all (although would a true Englishman want a Scot to win? I assume that C'mon Andy will be British if he wins, Scottish if he loses.).