Going to be an early arse start on Friday, up at 05:00.
Gather our sh!t together, walk the dogs down to the in-laws and then a lift to park lane for 06:00 (owe father in law a pint for this life when he gets up to Wembley on Saturday)
Stop off at Greggs for a sausage and bacon sarnie and coffee before waiting for our 06:46 grand central to Londinium.
We weren’t going to drink on the train but figured if everyone else is we can’t refrain as that would be rude and anti social.
I admire you for that to be honest.
Imagine the embarrassment of your fellow passengers if they're guzzling cans of beer while you're refraining ...
... 'scarred for life' is the phrase that springs to mind.

