I think I know who you are, I believe you spoke to us on your way back. There were four of us waiting for a taxi.
We realised you'd gone the wrong way after you had gone as we saw 'Templemeads' written on a bus coming towards us.
I've had my seat in block 42 since 2002 and most people around me have been replaced by complete and utter lemons. From the gimps in the builder's hats to the ginger haired freak who stands behind me singing that god awful Cortese song. I deserve a reduction on my season ticket.