Yeah apologies for that Mick I was convinced someone was with you and as everybody began to fragment I was genuinely worried when you didn’t turn up at designated England pub…neither did a few of the increasingly ‘trousered’ others and after a few frantic phone calls I’d got news you were in the backstreets revisiting former glories…and it was something of a relief when we staggered into Blackpool North railway station to see you happily stumbling around!