Well, in response to Mike’s ques­tion, the only place open at 6.30am this morn­ing was J.J. Murphy’s.

And a top bunch of people they are too. The beer was flow­ing for those still out since the night before (includ­ing a gaggle of French guys. Bad luck there Blues).

Even bet­ter! They did a hungry man a $5 break­fast. Scrambled eggs, saus­ages, hash browns, toma­toes, toast.

So, to repeat that. No Occi­dent­al, no Bris­tol.

Get your­self down to Murphy’s next Sat­urday to watch Eng­land v. South Africa (and France v. Ire­land the week after).