[Wynonie Harris]

Originally Posted by Phil Whalley

Hmm, I had trouble finding the station after that session, Wynonie. On the train home, in my semi-comatose state, I had visions of a club-wielding Fred Flintstone charging onto the Crewe pitch, followed by Morph and some pole-dancers, all headed towards a large, sweating, crease-necked steward who had Jimmy Bell on the ground in a half-nelson.

Bloody odd what too much beer can do to the brain, eh?

Yep, I suffered similar hallucinations, too. That ale in Crewe is lethal!