Me and me mate Richard (we were two of The Three Sullies ) in one of the ridiculous fits of madness you had in those days - you know, sat in front of the telly on a cold December Saturday night at about half nine, nothing planned and about a tenner each in our pockets...."f*ck it - let's go to Rotherham!"
It was snowing as we hopped on the 10.30 bus into Warrington, jumped on the last train to Manchester, got into Piccadilly and looked at the board - as to see how we could best get near Rotherham.
The snow had delayed everything and we ended up, after a cold wait, on a train to Sheffield (the carriage type with no heating) which got us into the City Of Steel for 2am.
You always went prepared in them days didn't you? Long leather, T shirt, white towelling socks and a pair of mangled moccassins - perfect -2 garb.
Anyway, after getting our bearings we set off through the night, hopefully heading somewhere in the general direction of Rotherham - had a few Hairum-Scarum moments with a few locals etc (I remember being amazed at the amount of businesses that were open in a city at that time in the morning) and eventually ended up at a stretch of Mway with the a sign pointing Rotherham out as the next junction.
Down the sliproad we headed, it was prob about 4.30/5am now, and onto the Mway.
I remember us getting a tad excited as we chatted and could see the slip road off to Rotherham in the near distance....
....just as The Coppers pulled up.
After explaining in the car, the bastards took us back down the Mway and dropped us off where we had started at the beginning of the stretch of Mway we had just walked down.
Anyway, we ended up getting to The Clifton Hall - frozen - at 7.30...we still got charged £2 to get in...I remember pulling me tape out me bag and taping the last 15 minutes before we set off back into the cold to get home.
We attempted the 'Stranded Passenger' thing at the railway station by ringing our mate up with our last 5p and asking him to pay for us at Warrington Bank Quay.
He wouldn't 'as it was snowing'
We thumbed it - got home at about 3.30pm Sunday.
Mad!