I’VE ARRIVED AT DISS. My feet and legs hurt but the mental battle is won. Road 0, Partridge 1. And Partridge goes through to the next round! Partridge! Partridge! Partridge! Partridge, he’s our man! If he can’t do it, no one can! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit’s PARTRIDGE! I realise I’m chanting out loud so I pack it in, quick-style. You’re not in the shower now, Alan!