In case you've been in an Argentinian coal mine for the past week or so, at the weekend bumbling ginger nut royal, Prince Harry, married someone he met a few years back and the entire UK shut down.
Of course, it didn't really. I'd say a good deal of people couldn't give a flying fridge about some overprivileged bloke tying the knot and an even greater deal of people couldn't care less about the football that coincided either. I'd also say that many people, Mrs Gnomepants v2.0 and myself included, used the opportunity to sneak away and do something awesome instead.
Where did we go for this awesome adventure? Why! Cleethorpes of course!!
And it beat watching some posh kid get married.