Right, I have to get this off my chest 'because it's driving me nuts.
A few years ago, my step-dad took my mother, me & our kid out for a Mother's Day lunch. Now, they live in Wolverhampton (not our kid - he's a bluenose), and we found ourselves at the Asda car park, where we all got out, my step-dad said something like "we've got to get some flowers" or something, then started walking towards where all the custard is gathered. To my complete & utter dismay, they were going in! I was not happy, so I complained a bit, until it finally dawned on me that we were actually going to have our Mother's Day meal in the M*lineaux. I couldn't believe it -they know I'm Albion through & through - how could they do this to me? They had the most evil grins on their faces!
So I had to sit through (if I'm honest) a really good meal (even though it felt like you were having custard with your steak), but I kept getting looks from all the dogheads in there, like they know that your Albion or something. I kid you not, it was bloody disturbing, I can tell you.