The M25 was screwed anyway. My girlfriend had already phoned to tell me that she'd driven home in South West Sussex through thunder and lightning so I knew I would probably be hitting it as I made my there from Hertfordshire. Lo and behold on the A1(M) and M25 it was belting it down. It hasn't rained for weeks and so the blacktop was slippery and slidy with a film of built up oil and diesel. In a jam from Watford* onwards it was no surprise to hear that there had been a smash at the M4 junction. Using the knowledge gained from living in West Drayton a few years back I leapt off at Rickmansworth and snuck around through Denham, Gerrards Cross, Langley, Windsor, Ascot, Bagshot, Woking and then on to Guildford where I picked up the A3 as per normal. Ah, a tour of the home counties, what could be finer on an August evening.

*on Tuesday I saw a bloke on a Lambretta over there, on the M25! Can that be legal?

I thought this sort of thing only happened in backwards countries like the USofA. At least, that's what the BBCWS would have us believe. ;-)

Yeah, funny, that. We haven't seen any man-in-the-street opinionating from London, about America's foolish attempt to put the lights on in Baghdad when we can't keep the lights on in New York.

It must be Karma... and you know what the Greeks thought about Hubris.