Waking up with a mouth like the inside of an alcoholic's coke can, I realised I had to feel better to travel to London. I'd been out in Doncaster with friends the night before, first to an Indian called the Taj Cottage and then into town, to observe how 17 year old metal-heads party nowadays. I felt better after a walk down Water Lane with Dan and Sam, by which time it was necessary to set off in the car with my mum to Doncaster train station. After waving mum...