not so much at the nighter, but on the way, think ive posted this story before, we used to travel from york on the train and change at manchester, there was about an hours delay so we used to go in a pub called the rowntree bar, one of the lads who used to go with us was BILLY [WHIZZ] JOLLANS R.I.P, anyway those of you who remember billy will also know he liked a drink or two and could be a right pain when pissed, so this night we go into the rowntree bar, now if memory serves me right there was a bar at the front but to get to the toilets you had to go through the back bar wich was sort of a pool room, very dodgy usually full of locals mostly coloured guys, some very peculiar smelling smoke in that back room, well it was for a seventeen year old fresh faced kid who`d only been as far as bridlington for family hols before then. Billy pissed out of his head decides he wants to go to the toilet, comes back, goes to the bar, orders his drink, then starts looking for his wallet, "SOMEONES NICKED MY F*CKIN WALLET" head in hands i look up only to see him opening the door to the back room. "OI WICH ONE OF YOU B**CK B**TARDS HAS NICKED MY WALLET" believe you me, i never considered myself a sprinter, but that night HUSSAIN BOLT had nowt on me, VAULTED the turnstiles back onto the platform in the station n hid in the toilets. thought billy must have been killed. sat in the casino about 2am in falls billy "WHERE THE F*CK DID YOU LOT GO