Martin got stuck behind a french turd (my cousins 306 GTI6) and a van through the country lanes most of the way there. Then after pub lunch (the best thing about the day) we came out of the pub to be told that some piss heads playing tennis had hit my car with the ball leaving me with a nice dent in my n/s door 
Then to top it all off Martin broke his throttle cable (whilst overtaking 
) which resulted in nearly a 2hr wait for a breakdown truck!
