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Friends? Those you stop to have a drink with, before going home to a lovely chicken casserole, which has been simmering in the slow cooker all afternoon.

I don't mind the early leavers who sprint out of the Amex, it's the ones coming down the steps, on their way out, that think we're mounting an attack, so stop right in front of me, thus blocking my view. This happened twice on Saturday, between 80 and 93 minutes. I politely shout Excuse Me, but...