Passed earlier mate, I had my window down trying to get a little extra tan on my right arm. As I drove away from the densely populated crowds I heard an angelic voice singing "fuck them all, fuck them all..." soon that single voice become the voice of many, it was so loud I swear a pigeon that was mid flight stopped in its tracks, but the passionate hum carried it to safety, I upped it to 6th gear as I drove on watching it land gently in a bed of tulips that spelt out "Good Luck Bailey Wright, Sunderland Legend."