there are many of us football fans who get no euphoria or even relief from reality with our 'opiates' i'm taking my season ticket from cumbria to partick thistle tomorrow. it will be cold, wet and i'll be with a couple of thousand bitterly ironic old blokes. however, the fresh air on byres road is a lovely change from bitterly divided and aggressive little england. football will be shite but i just love my trips to a saner, safer and funnier world.

(12 poond 60 return on near-empty virgin trains.)