45,000

45,000 in the park on Friday.
45,000 in the park on Saturday.
45,000 in the park today.
For some reason, the exit is at the west of the park and the tube station is to the east of the park. So 45,000 drunk and boisterous festival-goers have been marched down the road straight past my front door. 
Three nights running.
We do it all again next weekend.

After yesterday's thrilling football today's matches were a little more on the prosaic side. I met an old friend K and watched the Spanish crash out. Brazil might just be rubbing their hands together at all these teams leaving the competition.