Ive been queing since Wednesday morning. Im third in the queue, the two blokes in front of me only have 100 points each, didnt attend the Reading game and are in the CDS. We've exchanged frosty glances, and Ive muttered something about my 6000 plus points and how cold it was in Kiev, just so they know Im a top blue and theyre a pair of cunts. Ive brought my City quilt, flask and butty box. So as not to lose my place in the queue I'm shitting in old crisp packets and chucking them away when no one is looking. The club are looking after me, Mike Summerbee has just come round with tea and biscuits and Mario Balotelli stopped by to entertain everyone with a display of juggling.I will update later as the queue develops. Its fairly quiet at the moment. Theres two blokes in a white van but I think they might be just fixing the bogs in City square and a scabby dog walked past about noon.
PS you can follow my queuing exploits on Twitter....just look up daft twat in an unecessary queue/dickhead