Camping with Turtle is much more fun than camping has ever been in the past. Enjoyable, in fact. Even that bit where you have to pack down the tent in the morning, after 6 pints of real ale and a small quantity of whisky the night before and you are trying to finish it before it pisses down.

Love is strange and unpredictable indeed.

This slightly odd but welcome realisation is a result of our Northern jolly to Thorganby, where the boys played a blinding set and the girls were very excited. Halfway through the first song I realised that Turtle’s band are actually really fucking good. It was a proud moment.

And we got free beer.