
It's almost time to move on from the Nick Hogan story but the past week has been surreal - and no more so than yesterday when I found myself entering a category B prison with a man wearing a green Guy Fawkes mask and carrying a suitcase containing £9,000 worth of used £10 notes.
Anyway, some of you were asking questions about the length of time it was taking to get Nick out. All I can say is, Old Holborn worked around the clock from the moment on Friday when the fund reached its target, but it proved far harder to get the money out of PayPal than it did to spring Nick from jail yesterday.
Without exception, the prison officials we spoke to were polite, friendly and helpful - even with a group of journalists and photographers on their doorstep, which seemed to make some more senior officials a little nervous.
We had been warned, in advance, that Nick might not be released for two or three hours after the money had been counted and verified. In the event, he was fast-tracked out within 45 minutes.
Rewinding the clock, we wanted to get Nick out as soon as possible, but some obstacles proved insurmountable. Old Holborn and I discussed travelling to Manchester on Monday night and meeting at the prison at 8.30 the following morning. The money, however, was still stuck in a PayPal account and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
On Monday at 16:23 I got the message: "Alas, the funds have not arrived in the bank." On Tuesday at 07:59 it was a similar story: "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but no monies came in overnight." At 16:35 I was told: "Money hasn't come in here yet but should do after midnight."
And then, at 7.15 yesterday morning, I finally got the email that told me the money had arrived and we were on our way: "Meeting Tory Bear and Lazy Hyena at Stansted at 10am. Be in Manchester as fast as I can."
(Tory Bear? Lazy Hyena? Don't ask. Or, if you have to ask, click HERE.)
And so to yesterday's events. To be honest, there's not a lot more to add.
We arrived at HMP Forest Bank shortly after two o'clock. We had already tipped off the local media - hence the journalists and photographers gathering outside. I had also spoken, the previous day, to Robert Hardman, a journalist on the Daily Mail.
Robert is (I think) an ex-smoker but years ago, when he worked for the Telegraph, he contacted Forest to see if there were any airlines that would allow him to smoke while flying from Britain to Australia. He now writes feature article for the Mail and I thought the debtors' prison angle (and the fact that we were having to travel a couple of hundred miles with a suitcase full of cash) might appeal to him.
Robert couldn't come but he passed it on a colleague who did. Hence the story in today's paper.
Once we knew that Nick was definitely coming out, Anna Raccoon contacted Denise, his wife, to tell her and Denise joined us 30 minutes later, sitting quietly, drinking coffee, in the visitor's lounge.
Shortly before four, we were told that Nick was out. It was done with the minimum of fuss. Officials wanted him off the premises as quickly as possible but we wanted him to speak to the press and have his photograph taken. We reached a compromise.
And then we were told that Nick didn't want to speak to the media. Aaaagggghhhh!
Fortunately, by the time we found him he had been reunited with Denise and was calm, if a little shaky. (He clearly needed a cigarette!) We had a quick chat and agreed that OH would read out a short statement on Nick's behalf, with Nick and Denise by OH's side.
And that's what we did.
Inevitably, one reporter wanted to ask a question ... and then another piped up. And before long the questions were coming thick and fast. And Nick answered them all. In fact, I think he enjoyed it.
"Did I do OK?" he asked me later, when I joined him for a drink in Denise's pub in Chorley.
Nick, I told him truthfully, you did just great. And so did Anna Raccoon, Old Holborn and all the other bloggers who helped promote the campaign.
And to everyone who contributed to the appeal fund, I'll say just this: without your donation, however small, Nick Hogan would today be facing 21 hours in a claustrophobic (his word) prison cell, bored as hell and moderately depressed.
Instead, thanks to you, he's almost certainly nursing a sore head and enjoying yet another bottle of Budweiser. So thanks to everyone and, well ... cheers!
