You know when you hear an ingenious idea and you just hear it a little bit too late in life? I forget where we were, probably on a football trip with my mate Rob, married with two kids and a good lad. Whenever we get back from wherever we've been he comes off the station or the coach and gets the bus back to Billinge whereas I desperately try to cling onto my youth in a woeful state of sobriety by hitting the Anvil, Bull and Boulevard before getting bollocked whatever not completely unreasonable time I do get home.
