It was at about the 27-mile mark, that Singhy, Chris Nagle, and I started to turn on each other.
And we still had about 23 miles to go.
Once the conversation and the having-a-laugh element had run its course – about 20 miles in – we started arguing about what music to play.
And in all of the years I had known him, I’d never heard Nagle talk once about music. But, after 8 hours of walking through mud, I had him pegged for the sort of cunt who listened to Buck’s Fizz.