You've got to be from Wigan or St Helens to understand what today's Challenge Cup final means. It's really weird with the towns being so close, but they shut their chippies at dinner time in Wigan - they're weird.
I nearly had a job there once, decorating kids' furniture. The woman said she'd pay me the princely sum of 20 quid a week and a bag of Uncle Joes. They need to come into the modern age.
I kept having digs at Wigan supporters when we were doing stuff for Sunshine Over Vegas on the Big Breakfast, but you still get the odd one who comes up and says: "I'm a Wigan fan - can you sign my shirt?" I usually do, especially when we've just hammered them. Rugby league's great like that - despite the rivalry, you can still go to a pub and sit altogether without that fear thing you get in football.
It could be bloody frustrating supporting Saints. I queued up all night for a ticket for the 1989 final at Wembley, when Wigan did us 27-0. It was soul-destroying. That was why beating them 19-0 on Easter Monday was so sweet.
We've got some great players at Saints. I think Scully's amazing - it's such a relief he's been able to come back from his injury - and then there's Keiron Cunningham. What I love with him is him turning down that offer to go to rugby union. I think a lot of people may have followed if he'd gone. Most of the lads who've gone, having played their career in league, still have far more pace than a lot of the union crowd, but if somebody like Keiron left in their prime it would have been a bit of a blow.
The most inspirational person there, though, is the Saints coach Ian Millward. With him in charge we can tackle now, so it's a lot better on the old ticker. When the opposition are on our line, you're not panicking.
Cup final days are great. When the finals were at Wembley, it was like Thatto Heath had been transported to the middle of London. You'd be walking to the ground and bump into lads you'd not seen for 10 years - from juniors and everything.
For last year's final at Twickenham, I went with my dad for the first time. It was a bit embarrassing because when we were sat in the pub, about 30 lads from the Owls Nest pub started singing rude songs about me. "Don't worry, they'll shut up in a minute," I said to dad, but 20 minutes later they were still going. "Interesting set of fans you've got there," he said.
It's a bit odd for me now, going to Saints as a guest. As a kid I used to go with my dad and climb over the turnstiles. At some point I think I should probably leave some money at the gate.
I get a bit embarrassed with people talking about me as the world's greatest Saints fan. I am a fan, but there's people who've not missed a match ever. I only get along to a few games, but I have always followed them. We were on the set for Happiness during the semi-final against Leeds the other week, and I kept lagging off.
I suppose I'm more like that Arsenal fan John Thompson does on the Fast Show. Well played and all that. Then one of my mates will say: "Shut up, he plays for Castleford."
I was in Edinburgh when Leeds and Bradford played at Murrayfield two years ago, and that was great. It was a much better atmosphere than in London - I think league fans always think they're being ripped off down south, but when they go up north to Scotland they don't feel like they're being diddled and stay longer.
I've done an interview with Ron Manager for Grandstand today, and I'm supposed to be doing a bit in the studio before the game. But if it's anything like last year, there'll be that many people to have a drink with I might be struggling. I just want to get to a pub as close to the ground as I can. I'll probably go in at half-time and have a wee chat but it's one of them days I would rather just go and enjoy.
And I'm confident we'll win. I made sure I placed my hefty bet in London, because I want to cash it down there and collect my money from a bookie who doesn't know what the hell he's paying out on.
Johnny Vegas is currently filming a second series of Happiness, the BBC2 comedy drama.
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