A'right folks, second and generally scruffier half of Team Cannonball checkin in and profusely apologisin for the presence of my wench this year - she made me! Frankly it's the locals I feel sorry for - slightest hint of an accent and she starts frothin at the knickers. Anyways, due to car problems relatin to my Corsa o' Doom ie it's sh*t, I'll be scabbin a ride with Jay and pitchin up on the Thursday. Then throwin up on the Friday. Damn undercooked chicken...