I knew he was scheduled to stay at his brother's in Birmingham soon, but I thought that was next week.
I went to his room and found a note on his door saying "Gone to Basingstoke trainspotting".
When he didn't turn up the following day, I was a bit more concerned. I sent him a text saying "Hi Tony. Still alive?".
Three days later when I was about to contact his sister and confess to having lost him, my phone rang, and there's Tony's unusually chirpy voice.
"Yeah, still alive. Yeah."
"Where are you? Have you gone to your brother's?"
"Yeah"
"You said you were going to leave a message."
"I did"
"That said you'd gone trainspotting in Basingstoke."
"Yeah, well I went there first."
