Just got in from the pub. One of the other regulars runs a motorsport catering company and just told me a hilarious story about a famous British Le Mans driver and his drunken escapade in a Spanish brothel. Apparently he was not found until twenty four hours later. (24 hours being true to form, I guess)
Also, as he was not driving at Le Mans this year, he went for a few bevvies of a friday night and was found in the old town, lying in the middle of the road singing his head off, at four in the morning .
A quieter nicer man it is hard to find apparently, but with a few wets, Jeckyll and Hyde.
And no, I'll not disclose the poor devils name but you've all seen him on the telly.
