I'm a lot older, and believe me, once upon a time, you had to wait.
A little story while we wait for Grannit.
I was once in a quite remote area of Greece, in the late seventies. Not long out of school really, but my two weeks plus hols, plus a week unpaid before it and a (planned) week on the sick afterwards. No flights, a mixture of trains, hitching, boats and buses. I'm not sure anyone does this kind of thing now, and I don't bloody blame them.
It's too long a story as to why we were there, but it was so far out man. It could have been 1940!
Hardly any phones that worked. No papers. Nowhere to get the World Service. Barely a word of English spoken. Nowt.
I wanted to know the score of a match, so I borrowed a bike and cycled to what I took to be the nearest place where I could buy a paper . This was a Wednesday. Two hours later, after biking in a mad, broiling Greek sun, I found a little kiosk and bought a copy of Monday's (I think)Times, the only English thing they had, looked up the score in a remote square, shouted some get the feck ins, left the paper where it was and went back!
We won 2-0 by the way. Home to W BromAnd we went up. It was a character forming month!
I was expecting "Postponed" after all that.
And we went up. It was a character forming month!

