I'm now cold and feeling a bit deprived. But I got chatting to an elderly couple on the next table and we had a proper laugh. We moved pubs and I sweet talked the very nice barmaid (with the longest fake eyelashes I've ever seen) into giving me a mug of hot water and made up a soup pack. Order and wellbeing is restored.
We still have the train trip from Wakefield to Huddersfield and the walk to the ground in the rain, no doubt closely supervised by ridiculously heavy handed coppers. I have my bar for half time and then should be able to hang on 'til we get home for my last pack of the day.
All I need is Sheffield Wednesday to get with the programme and thrash the Terriers! Come on you Blue and White Wizaaaaards!!!