Swing low, sweet chariot

I'm reliably informed by hubby, who's been watching in the pub, that today's Six Nations game was the best England performance of the last two years. About time too, I say.

He's also claiming that Wilko is god, but I wouldn't read too much into that, as he's pretty plastered (that's hubby, not Wilko, although come to think of it, Wilko's probably plastered too by now).