A grand day; sat with a old lad and dad on the train from Leeds; had Charlie follow me after I passed back from getting beer, which lead to me discovering Ted from Pickwick’s had been murdered.

Met up with Dave Pendleton and his daughter Rosie, and lass Heidi, at Kings Cross. Then beer was drunk and we met up with Les (and his charming misses) and Marko of the Sparrow.

Everyone who talked to us wished us well, including the single Swansea fan. Aston Villa and Wigan fans especially talked to us (not one Arsenal fan could be bothered, and they had just beaten the Villa!) and one of the Wigan fans knew the classic Northern Soul track from Dean Parrish I’m on my way.