For me, the hardest part of the walk was at the very beginning, even before I set one foot on the route. I arrived, identified my pitch for the night and then wandered into town. I wanted to eat, all of the places that looked good were full up so I wandered along to find a pub that served food. In the end, I had to go to a pub which served horrible food, which I ate because I was so hungry. This pub also had a visiting disco, the compere was middle-aged, raucous and drunk, and because I come from the South and he came from Glasgow I couldn't understand a word of what he said. At the same time all around the bar, there were about 6 TV's, they were all switched on showing a football match and their volumes were also at full blast. Everyone around me was swilling beer, including me, some people were dancing, some were looking at the football, some were doing both and everyone had to shout at each other which included shouting a beer order to the bar staff. I had three pints that night, one more than usual because in its own way the whole scene was amazingly entertaining. That evening for me was MADNESS and when I left my throat was raw and my whole head was buzzing and ringing with the noise and intensity of it all! One memory is still with me, there were 'hundreds' of cigarette butts on the pavement as I left. I had a good time though but obviously I was only an observer of what was Saturday night live.