During my halfterm some time a couple of weeks ago, my dad had gone away with my step brother and step mum leaving me on me own so i took advantage of the situation and had a couple of mates round, while over one of them commented on my model railway layout in the shed, i said oh i dont use it much any more, he persisted in going to see it, next thing he comes up with the idea to tidy the whole lot up, so with the contents of the shed on the patio, i was sorting through a chest of draws and i got a phone call from me dad asking if i was ok i was like yer im fine tis all good, seconds after putting the phone down i heard wat i thought was a 37, i thought nothing of it as it seemed pretty distant, next thing i know there coming under the bridge near my dads garden i jumped up and shouted Oi Lads a ****ing 37, MY LORDZZZZ, legged it in side tripped over the step and twisted my ankle on the step, but nothing stopped me!! i grabbed the camera and legged it down the garden to get a vid of em passing, by which time i was in so much pain it was unbelieveable, but the adrenil rush i got, i had been waiting 8 years to see a 37 past my dads garden and now it ahs happened, i was like wow!! I remember saying some time last year id do nearly anything to see a 7 and this is added to the list of cancelling a date with a Gf to go up the valleys on the last day lol. The things i do for proper traction!!