New Year's Day... Most right minded Championship fans would be sleeping off their hangovers, but not these two... Hindsight records that we rightly identified Lincoln City as the Football League's next new arrivals, and so two of us set off cross country, via Thetford, and Kings Lynn, to one of football's hidden gems... No supermarkets, no service station Ginsters, nothing until we reached Lincoln, and sampled a chip shop, in someone's front room... Heaven! Greasy chunky chips, hit the spot every time. The photos might show, that I was unsuccessful, cleaning my fingers and my screen, before buying the latest edition of the Demented Ferret... Got to love an old school ground, with an old school fanzine. Paid at the turnstile, and received two raffle tickets for different parts of the Main Stand, and ignored these, and just found the two best seats, together, which worked fine until about two minutes before kick off, when we were told that season tickets are marked with a sticker on the seats... Who knew? The bloke was fine, and let us sit together, rather than him sit between us, and talked to us for the next two hours, once he was satisfied that we weren't McCarthy spies, scouting for Ipswich's cup tie... We weren't, but if we had been, we didn't do a good job! Between us, we covered nearly forty years, and I've got to say, the time flew by, same as they goals flew into the Guisely net... Hope to renew old acquaintances next season... If you've not been, then you should, before they move, and ruin things... Love that air raid siren!..