I went to the Gent Six-Day with the boyfriend. It was old-skool style, with the racing going on all day and all night. All the riders had bunks and sleeping bags to catch forty winks between races. The boyf and I watched loads of really exciting racing, then settled down to sleep on the floor next to our seats. I crept off and went to find Martyn Irvine. I climbed into his sleeping bag and we rolled around blissfully while the racing was going on all around us. Then I went back to the boyf who was REALLY grumpy with me. I couldn’t understand why he was so upset, and kept going, ‘But it was MARTYN IRVINE!’, as if that was a decent enough excuse.