I've gone out on a Saturday to get away from earache or moaning or shopping.
And now there's another bloody banging in my earole - THE DRUM!
Looks like I'm back in the grandstand next season or save up for the posh tier - hope they've got earmuffs for my language!!
The best part of the drum was when I couldn't hear it! Bloody hell you'll be wanting airhorns and scarf waving next, and why not a bit of cheerleaders from the Kings Cross