I called it! I called it! I can't tell you how delighted I am to have predicted this utter misery. A shame then that I only had a quid on it....
The other thing that makes me happy is there's no victory parade to attend. I remember four years ago, it was the first time I'd ever met JPC, Steve Brown, Gibberish, Rick Cutler and some other people who I can't remember. Just to recap the day, we met at a pub off Regent St at 11.00, drunk heavily, watched the parade go by for ten minutes, Steve and I lunched on a packet of salted peanuts, got even drunker, went to another pub and drank the rest of the day away. Then I caught a late train home with Gibberish, whilst Steve had multiple McPisses. We eventually reached Three Bridges and dropped in at the Kebab Centre. It was shortly after this point that the pool of sick went missing. A international search for the vanishing vomit lasting several days ensued and speculation as to it's fate was rife. And to this day nobody really knows what happened to it, I still think a hungry drunken Crawleyite probably ate it.
