The trouble about going up north is that it makes you realise how horrible people are in the south. Northern hospitality is extreme—we were invited to stay the night in a way that does not allow you to decline. In fact, the more you politely protest, the more they insist. We did manage to take them out for a meal and discuss the old days—wonderful and engaging stories about fighting civil servants, digging holes and breaking Land Rovers. Guy Richie eat your heart out.