Eight and three quarter hours from start to finish.
We had rain, thunder, hail and lots of beer.
My legs don't work properly today, but I had an excellent time, all the better for the palatial overnight accommodation on Saturday night.
I owe you, Lush.
I still reckon that, with our limp-wristed image, if we have to part company with Skint, we could do worse than team up with the Revenge Club.
Revenge would be another cool logo on the shirts, with the tongue-in-cheek irony of where the sponsorship was from...
Some silly classical stuff, while I wait interminably on hold, on ntl's 'Customer Service' number.
"Please hold the line. Your call will be answered as soon as possible."
- What a load of crap. It is POSSIBLE to hang up on everyone else and deal with me immediately. What they mean is PRACTICABLE.
Love the poster. Really captures the moment.
But there's one thing - I was looking at the faces, contorted as they were with delight, trying to identify each and every one.
Who's the tall fella next to Leon? All in black! Surely the ref wasn't celebrating with us... ...or was he?
Pride of place above the desk at work, and on the other wall the Most Excellent letter from Sir DK to JP (printed in the same Argus edition), displayed for anyone who's interested.