So today is the big day when the red half of Sheffield and the claret and blue whole of Burnley descend on Wembley Stadium in London for the Championship play-off final – a match worth anything up to £60 million to the winners.
I did want to go, I did look at flights, I did not think I could afford it. So I’m watching on TV.
My dad and my brother are going though. Lucky bar-stewards – they’re almost through Nottinghamshire on the M1 already.
The plan was for them to park at Watford and catch the metropolitan line through to Wembley Park. Which would have been great, except for the Bank Holiday engineering work which means that line is closed.
Cue a mildly concerned sms from my Dad and cue me swinging into action.
Use Skype to call Dad on his cellphone and suggest Hillingdon as an alternative. He asks for a postcode for the station, which I google and find, then sms him via Skype as we chat. He types it into the satnav and they have instant directions.
5 minutes from that first sms: sorted. All from 6,000 miles away. I heart technology.
Now, COME ON YOU RED AND WHITE WIZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAARDS!