Somehow, I had revealed the fact that I am petrified of heights, so Ian and Jane forced me to go on the rollercoaster. That is one scary mutha! I still think I suffered a minor heart-attack, but it was only minor...and Ian got a right soaking and freezing on the next ride! Plus I nearly choked him to death afterwards. No, we didn't piss in our pants...it's just water from the wet ride! But I did check my blood pressure afterwards.

Thanks guys, I had a great time trundling around Blackpool in your very cool car, setting off car alarms, seeing the sights, and getting to know you!!!

Sadly, it was now time for another sprint back to London...and I finally spotted a TVR on the road...it was an identical Cerbie (Macau Yellow, I think they call it) to Ian's going up to Blackpool. Sorry no reg number. Also, one black Tuscan on a truck, no doubt factory-bound. Some things never change. I only managed to lose my way about 5 times, but I still made it to London in about 4 hours. Something to do with long periods of sustained 120mph. I love these foreign licenses. I think I saw about 15 camera flashes!