If you’re in the pub tonight have a look around you. Memorise the faces. These are the real ones. Mid-week November, no football on, just pints and chat. These are the people that deserve seats in the summer when all the part-timers appear because the suns out. Proper boozers.
I have not been able to stop thinking about this small French child at the aquarium that walked up next to us grabbing his mom's hand, pointed at a starfish, and said "Mama! Patrique!"