Betting on Cheltenham, winning in Whitstable.
A cross between a night at Butlins, a knees up at the village hall and a rave.
Pre-match tension is a debilitating condition, but help is at hand.
‘Is it a village, though?’ asked Half-life, accusingly, when I suggested meeting in Charlton Village.
Crazy golf is designed to be silly, which is why it demands to be taken very seriously.
Five days punctuated by moments of genuine joy and excitement, as wickets fall, thunderous sixes are struck, or a pigeon lands on a helmet.
We toured the foundations of the North London giant. ‘South London giant,’ Roxy insisted.
This day is straight into the top ten days of my life. And it’s only 5 o’clock.