Still stinking of wet sheep he and Naughty Nigel headed into town to join Gay George (Not Actually Gay) and the lovely Helen to help Helen celebrate her birthday.
Kicking matters off (well laying more layers of beer and wine down on the already well stocked system (passim)) in The Living Room off Regent's street (where the unpleasant smell of sheep quickly cleared an area large enough for them all to enjoy although no doubt did damage to their takings for the evening) before the evening ended over supper in a local Italian.
Waking up Saturday with yet another hangover he set off from Naughty Nigel and TCO's place for Euston in plenty of time to make the train he had been promised would get him up to Stafford in plenty of time to enjoy his day of racing Ferraris (a birthday present from last year from Dennis). Imagine his delight to discover that the idiot at Traintracker had been looking at the weekday timetable and then see his face sink further as he realised that the entire West Coast mainline was shut for the weekend for engineering.
The utter joy at realising he had a day of sitting in a very slow moving train going all the way round the houses rather than a day of driving cars very fast is impossible to describe.
Fortunately the people who run the driving day have agreed to let him re-arrange if he brings some paying friends this time and Naughty Nigel, Gay George (Not Actually Gay) and the splendid Chris and Graham have agreed to come along for the next trip, although he may have forgotten to mention to them he needed their assistance.
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