Did I ever mention the time I blagged my way in to the directors lounge at Pride Park after thier home game with Leed, before a Bluetones / Mondays gig at the arena with the then Mrs. Seán and enjoyed the hospitality offerings while talking shit (nodding and blindly agreeing without the faintest clue, mainly) with various corporate sponsor suits and the like?
Still to this day I have no idea how or why that happened. Anyway, didn't get banged up in chokey for it.