The final venue – debatably – for the Otley Run, Walkabout is well suited to the task. For a start you can't fail to see, hear, or smell it from Woodhouse Lane. The evening clientele consists primarily of pissed–up pub crawlers, university rugby players, women of a certain age wearing their daughter's leather trousers and girls of a certain age wearing their mum's make–up. Oh, and as many Australian backpackers as Leeds has managed to attract that week. If you're not drunk already, don't go.