I arose from my pit at 9.30 and went out to do my papers and collect the bills. By the time I had finished I was much better off, having collected Christmas tips from most of my customers. And having turned 17 last week it was off to Dad’s works car park to have a go in the car. It was ‘bloody chaos’. It took me until 22 April 1988 (first time actually – I just needed loads and loads of lessons) to pass my driving test as the old chap wasn’t a very good teacher – or perhaps more accurately I wasn’t a very good pupil when he was the teacher! Shrewsbury Town lost 3-0 away somewhere.