That adreneline rush that people say you get at speed, does happen. I went out to see Alex and Shell and have a coffee with them halfway between here and her (Shell’s) house last night.

It was nice to be honest although I kinda felt like I was being annoying in the fact that I’d dragged them out to the middle of nowhere at midnight for some coffee and a free baguette .

Anyways, I left there at about ten past twelve and got back to mine for twenty to one. I hit 96MPH coming back down the M1 which I think is the fastest I’ve ever gone in that car. It was nice to just have an open road to myself, lights whizzing by and music loud.

Yeh, it was good.