Along with my brother and brother-in-law got locked out that night. After failing to get on the Holte tried at the Witton End when the gates were shut when we were in the queue about 5 yards from them!
You must have been about six yards behind me then! We just got in the Witton before the gates shut yet somehow managed to stand with the usual people in our normal place.
I often think of that nowadays when I see people wandering round trying to find their consecutively numbered seat.
