If you’ve found yourself in the unfortunate situation of having to entertain children, you won’t go far wrong with taking them to see me, Chilli and Spence trying to run 12 miles on Sunday. There won’t be any robot's (unless you think Mitch is?), as kids dig robots. If, on the other hand, you fancy giving the little sods some severe mental trauma, sneak them into Trainspotting 2 a home-grown thriller named after the first one and not some bum-based sex act. Which you’re already Googling.
Soccerette Anyone??