Was sitting on my own like 'Billy No Mates' at 7.30 until Blood and Whiskey turned up in his Zafira at 7.40. then at 7.45, one by one, the die hards appeared. Not so much a show quantity, but quality. Definately an indoors night as the weather got worse and worse until the rain came down as stair rods (as my gran used to say). So, taking Mozza's lead I left the Wharf soon after 9.00pm and headed for the M42, where I I hit deep water twice before reaching Jc 3, fish tailing quite badly once as I aquaplaned at 50mph. And still there were drivers flying along at 70-80mph.. how could they even see? My Range Rover wouldn't clear that sort of water from the windscreen, even less at that speed.
Any how, once I reached the M5, and entered God's country, the rain stopped and some degree of normality returned. As I passed through Stourbridge I felt that some measure of recognition was in order for having battled the eliments, returning home safely and triumphantly. Having bigged up this achievement to sufficiently deserve a meritous reward, I stopped at Mr. Ken Woo's 'Happy House' emporium where I procured and presented myslef with a large portion of barbequed spare ribs. I was gracious in my acceptance of the trophy, thanking all those who had played a part in my attainment of this accolade.