We all know what happened on the weekend, and we are not gonna lie: we’re sad.

Kath and Lo are feeling the familiar pull of the Welsh whirlpool of melancholy. There’s an ice cream van circulating ominously in the background. Lo’s Ritter Sport doesn’t even taste good. 

We can’t be objective. We can’t be dispassionate. We can’t be journalists for you, babes. So we’re just going to share what we feel.

Some massive shout-outs to our crew, fans, friends and family; a few classy innuendos as always. And Lo continues to moan about the Crusaders.