BR and I were being held hostage by a crazy gunman who thought it hysterical to ‘tease’ us by holding a gun to our heads. Even funnier, in his warped mind, was to hand the deadly weapon over to each of us in turn with the request that we pull the trigger on one another.

Our only means of escape was by train to London. Unknown to our captor, PC worked on the ‘other side’ to make the bookings. He even managed to secure first class seats for us by cashing in some special vouchers.