"Football's not for me. Honestly think that if they'd just let me watch the grass grow for ninety minutes it'd be more riveting and also I'd not have to sit through penalties." That was his take on that, which he was never shy about and which didn't exactly help him fit in with other boys. Good, else he might have to start playing football with them and he didn't see himself as a team player. "Cheers. We can go clubbing."

Better than football, so there was that. He snorted at Gideon's question, than realised he was serious. "No way, mate. Tomorrow's Sunday, aye? Train ain't gonna stop again until next Saturday. Quiet little village, remember?"