Kicked off big time in Ruislip. Thought it would be a trouble free weekend but oh no major disturbance. Come down for breakfast feeling rather fragile after last nights cider marathon feeling a mixture of nerves, anxiety, excitement and a hangover. We made our way to our lucky table which we'd used for our previous Wembley visits, we made approached the buffet style breakfast lay out and it's all there in its splendour eggs, bacon, sausages the lot a feast fit for a king on this fine day. Then the mood changed for the worst, one of the party was at the toast making conveyor type machine when suddenly the said machine stopped working with his bread which was soon to be toast trapped inside, no excuses, you can't have a fry up without toast, as he looked around for back up from us who were all pissing ourselves at his dilemma, we'd done our toast, he summoned the waitress who was struggling to understand his still drunken Mancunian accent, she was offering to make his toast in the kitchen and bring it to his table but he's having none of it, then a chorus of you mard bastard broke out, funny, he then retreated without his toast and is now on the bog pebble dashing the sides, enjoy your day blues, but be careful of toast making machines.