There's a chap called Gary from Belfast who I end up meeting about once every couple of seasons in the Glue Pot. A couple of times a year he flies in to Bristol for the day, train to Swindon, beers, game, train, plane and home by midnight. That's a cracking day out. He did tell me how it was he ended up supporting the Town, but I've forgotten.
So you're not alone.
Thaught that was JPM.