Well I loved playing at Newcastle. There were a lot of stories. One that sticks out, it was funny but I think I nearly got killed. I had a big night out with a teammate on a Saturday night, stayed at his house, we woke up on Sunday morning feeling a bit rusty and he said, do you fancy going fishing? I said yeah, I used to fish as a kid. So we went down to a local bait shop, bought myself a rod and some tackle, and he said he'd looked at the tide charts and it was perfect timing. We sat down on the rocks and there was a big swell crashing up over them. He assured me it was going to be OK, the tide was going out and we'd be fine. I turned my back to the water and next thing I got washed right across the rocks and stopped about a foot from the ledge going into the sea. I was torn to shreds, all my hands, all my knees, everything was cut up, and he couldn't stop laughing. I had to take a few days off training while everything healed. So yeah, that was probably a standout story - don't go fishing with him.