No, we didn't get to meet Fergie, unfortunately, but I did make up for sixteen years worth of missing England by feasting merrily on a variety of artery-clogging food.
Including Walker's.
Especially Walker's.
I used to sit in front of the telly every evening tuning in to the Beeb, happily munching away; crisps in one hand, tea in the other.
Ah, how poignant.
Wasn't the world a much better place when you were a kid?
(Maybe)
