well, I had one of those weird moments, I heard an interview over the tannoy with a chap called Marcus (or is it Marcos?) from the club, so going back to the gazebo I asked Marcus about his interview which he denied doing, so after a few strange looks between us and a couple of hours going bye guess who pops up ?
it's the other Marcus (or is he really Marcos). Is there a strange attraction for people called Marcus to own a Marcos ? why is it I own a Martina
the truth is out there eh
Well as the comentator said, could have been worse, could have been called Austin