Just been past chesterfield on the train, looked like a sub-tropical paradise. I could also just about make out Shez at the stadium in Bermuda shorts and shades, welcoming Kaka, Ronaldinho and messi to the club on emergency loans (the emergency being they are bobbins)
In all seriousness, absolutely gutted. Should have been getting off the train, having a fair few beers and seeing Oldham win. Instead, I'm back to Brizzle with no chance of being there tomorrow. There's a whole load of work diary engineering wasted.