Uuurgghh,
Have been sitting on the lavatory now for coming up to four hours. I'm a little worried that I'm starting to become transparent. I must have got a 'dirty glass' towards the end...
JPC are you receiving? I began to think you'd become a Christmas ghost of Olde London Towne, the way you kept disappearing behind us, and then reappearing several minutes later in front. It wasn't a good night for a park bench.
Which brings me to the journey home (?). Managed to scrape on the last train out of Waterloo at 1:30ish, but inexplicably alighted at Clapham Junction, several stops and many miles too soon. From there I was warmly greeted by a mini cab driver who'd been loitering behind a skip. He'd obviously been trained to keep an eye out for stumbling drunks who look lost. I'm risking a re-opening of the USA/Europe build quality debate again, but I'm sure that parcel tape was never an original equipment item for Ford in Europe. It looked like that was all that was holding the car together. That, and the crinkly notes he'd asked for, up front. Still, I can't complain, he got me home, even if I had to endure 40 minutes of very loud rap music. Really, I was more in the mood for some of Rusty's easy listening.
Great to see everyone, and a top night. Unfortunately, I can't speak for my bottom...
H