Wednesday, July 11, 2007


M25 closed on the way home from poker last night! A motorcyclist had died.

50 mile journey took me 2 hours and 25 minutes. I neglected to pee before we left. Tracy went though ... obviously much cleverer than me! I got in at 2.40am - shattered. Could I get away with bunking off? What do you reckon?

No, I don't think so either.


Rainypete said...

Nothing worse than a nice long unplanned trip. Even if it is a trip down the road that shouldn't take too long. I got trapped a few weeks back during my 40 hour commute home and ended up taking almost 3 and a half hours to get home!

Lisa said...

bugger that. When I need to pee I really need to pee. I've been told the M25 can be akin to the world's largest carpark and after reading this story, it's not surprising!