NW6Pie you're so right about smells evoking memories. Cigarette smoke outside always makes me think about football. Add in the aroma of meat pies, embrocation and Bovril, and I'm right back in the old days.

People's memories do seem to split into those who remember moments and those with more encyclopaedic memories. No surprise that you're in the latter category UTM!

I've got another random memory of going to Notts with my dad. It was a 184 mile round trip for each home game, and this was during the oil crisis. We were stopped by the police, who questioned my dad about whether the journey was essential. My dad managed to persuade him it absolutely was, and feeling snug we thought that was the end of it. Then the copper pointed out that my dad's tax was out of date and did him for that instead... The following home game we went by train - 3 different trains each way.