‘Oh when the Reds…’
I am at Anfield again. And yes, it does still look like a red version of Wimbledon’s centre court.
Chris Russell (Head of Development for BBC Sport Interactive) is here as well, and is laying into Smicer. We’re not even playing Villa, so fuck knows why he is here.
Now I am in a large canteen. The cast of the ‘Carry on…’ films is having some food, but they are all sat in little groups. Apparently they all work with me now at an un-named retail shop.
I am trying on a new uniform. It consists of beige trousers and a beige jacket to match. I ask Terry Scott of Terry and June fame if it looks okay. He says it does.
Sid James just cackles.
I am now on a stone bridge that, even though it has high walled sides, I know is very very high up.
There are a number of us all in this beige uniform, and we are all laid on the ground about ten feet apart over the length of this bridge. One of these people is Graham Fearn (or ‘Fearnie’ as we knew him at school).
The floor of the bridge is moving slowly underneath us, but we aren’t moving with it. We are actually atop the London Eye, but its made of stone
Someone shouts for it to stop, because something has happened. Were trapped though. We can’t get off, and the bridge isn’t stopping.