It's very odd. Two days ago I stop living the life of a football detective through Danny Harte... and today I find myself doing what Danny would do.
We were wating outside Fratton Park to do an activity. Me and several librarians. It was cold. Nobody had arrived to let us in. We needed to get inside. And quick.
Suddenly, was possesed by Danny. What would he do? He'd get in.
So, I managed to push the gates open a little. Then I removed the unlocked padlock and slid the bolt open. After that I was able to pull up the bolt fixing the gates to the tarmac.
Bingo. We were in.
I have to admit, I was proud of myself. Of course, there was nothign illegal about what I was doing. It was for the greater good.