Having arrived at manchester airport in good time for our annual Viscounts tour, I must admit i thought it was strange that the obvious numbers intending to tour this summer was so low. Confidence returned after finding Mesh in the departures lounge and despite being used to 7 away at Keighley at least three years on the trot. Patience for skips organisational skills and unerring ability to turn up on the pitch 30 seconds after kick off and despite Mesh mumbling something about his flight to Whatcaguchup Umbogo just departing and that he would 'see us all later on' I dutifully headed through the gate. What happened next can only be described as pillage and abuse and I am still trying to block out the awful memory, however honestly, I awoke in a different country and wearing what can only be described as some horrendously coloured outfit. Where did I put that bottle of port?