Chubby coppers egging you on with a recovered stolen bike in the back of the car, Leo moaning his flash won’t reach and his batteries are going, a bloke letting his dog out for a shit on the grass, a lopsided-cotton-wool-head after a few to many ales the previous eve, Leo’s batteries have gone, it’s starting to drizzle and a steady influx of gobby minors have gathered…and now you’ve crashed you’ve got it all to do again, Sam.

Railspotting with Sam Waller