Well, it could I suppose. I could have realised the match kicked off at 1pm and actually gone, instead of popping into the shop on my way to the Outpost only to find that it was half time and we were losing. And my phone's knackered, so the people I was meant to be going with couldn't get in touch to ask me where I was. And I've trapped a nerve in my shoulder. Ah well, at least Big is on television for the first time ever. I wonder what happens?
