Bloody harrowing! We set off early for the meeting with Shayne, Miss P and mate in tow. Everything went fine until we hit the Hyde Road and the traffic ground to a halt. I wasn’t panicking or uncool, then my watch hit 8.30 and my inner voice told, “You ain’t going to get there in 15 minutes.”

And my inner-inner voice said, “High expectations, girls up early, and we’re listening to Shayne on the car radio, miss this and you’re a dead man.” I’ll cut to the chase. Some illegal and inconsiderate manoeuvres later, I hit the Key 103 bollards (not literally) chivvying the girls out at the barrier while I double-park on the cobblestones. Read more ›››