I echo that sentiment folkiedave! My ultimate daft moment came at Cleethorpes FF circa 1997. After a beverage or two me, mother and one of the scout leaders decided it would be a good idea to nip over the sand dunes and go swimming at 6 in the morning. It was so damn cold that when I went for a shower I couldn't tell what temperature the water was, looking back, I can't have been far off hypothermia! It'll be a shame if it doesn't run as I had definitely decided to go this year, the unease I felt at Chester last year leaves me secure in the knowledge that I won't be going there again! muppitz x
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