I'm beginning to think our meets are cursed. Last saturday we went to newcastle & we had one with a hole in his backside, and today, after a short bounce around Middlesbrough, we find a massive tear down my leg, right the way from my crotch (luckily i wore underwear today). I'm hoping we'll be a bit luckier next time and there won't be any changes of clothing needed, but it could always become our northern tradition.