As a mildly amusing postscript to this years race, I think this story is proof (if proof is actually needed) that Le Mans can come back and bite you on the arse just when you thought it was all over.
Chris Z, a close bosom friend of the Gimp and he who delights in pointing out that "This Man Likes Cock ->", works as a manager of the Information Desk at Gatwick Airport (no wonder it's always utter chaos when you go in there). Anyway, he was leaving the staff car park last week and HM Customs and Exercise were doing one of their ad hoc random searches on the homeward bound. Apparently, it has been know for duty free goods etc to go walkies and end up in the boot of people's cars, although you will find that hard to believe.
Mr Customs Officer looks in Chris's car and sees empty packets of French-scripted Camel Lights strewn all over the floor and so he decides to take a closer look. He askes Chris to open the boot. In there, there is a cool-bag which Chris had collected from my house the day before and which was packed with all manner of gear that me and the Gimp had found strewn in the back of the Commer.
Mr Customs Officer opens up the bag and starts rummaging around, his hand alighting on a pair of underpants which he duly pulls out to inspect for hidden crack etc. He recoils in horror as he realises the crotch of the under-crackers are heavily smeared in a thick brown unctious matter, with peanut shaped lumps stuck in it. Fortunately he was wearing rubber gloves, but apparently he still made terrible gakking and gurkking noises, whereupon he curtailed the search due to being sick in the pit of his stomach.
Chris by this time had realised that the brown substance was nothing worse than Cadbury's Whole Nut Choccy purchased at Le Mans Carrefour, a bar of which had melted on the Commer kitchen worktop during the heatwave on the sunday; I had cleaned up the mess with the nearest item to hand, namely Chris's kexx. His protestations of innocence fell on deaf HM Customs ears and he is now marked down at work as having unnatural fetishes. But I knew that years ago....
