Yes, well, what can I say......
Cadillac had a major barf on the M20 at Brands Hatch on the way down on Wednesday. The old girl chucked 8 litres of water out of the rad. Thankfully, Henri Pescarollo was on hand in Dover to provide support via a VW white van.
After reconvening the following day, the run down to LM in aforementioned white van was relatively painless.
Thursday was spent in Houx realigning our chackras thanks to a healthy portion of Adnams finest. A trip to the Stella bar was met by live Euro trash metal and Hoegaarden - no Leffe in sight!
Therefore, a late start on Friday in the pits was followed by a chance encounter with two blue extra terrestrials and copious Restaurant du Paddock style Stella. This close encounter was stemmed by further Adnams on Friday pm and hence, no further play was available.
So, to the race; which was viewed from the Terrase du Jardin du Coube de Razorlight le Tertre Rouge sur Mer. Some cars came past, smashed in to each other and disappeared towards the Virage du Mulsanne, closely followed by a jet powered Coupe De Ville.
As you can see, our 2011 experience was limited to Broadside, Spitfire and Old Speckled Hen due to the draconian beer ban and, thus, we were limited to the extent in which we could range far and wide from the safe confines on the third row of trees by the squat karsies in Houx campsite.
To that end, the only forms of human stlyie CA life we encountered were a man with a lawnmower, a bewildered gentleman from the White House, two blue aliens and a couple of termites. To protect our sensitivities, we quickly retreated to the confines of the Sole Bay Brewery for some more euro trash metal.
Our retreat via Neufchatel was shattered by the appearance of a red eyed Frog called Sprite.
Apologies to those who I have not libelled here, we were in mourning for the demise of an incontinent old lady
