Emotions ...

What an awful day ...

I got an early train from King's Cross to Newcastle this morning and met an old friend for a late breakfast. He had the worst of news. His mum had just died and his dad has lost his mind. My friend cried into his eggs and bacon and I felt bloody useless.

We went to the football game and took part in the minute's applause for Gary Speed (The best of Newcastle United players in his time). The big skinhead beside me started to cry near the end of the tribute when the crowd started to sing Gary Speed's name. That set us all off.

The match wasn't important after that. I was emotionally cream crackered before it had even started.

Tomorrow needs to be a better day ...